01-02-2018, 12:20 AM
There is reward found among the virtues of patience and grace. Although Wound has always held those attributes within the itinerary of her personality, she is beginning to notice their effects as each day blossoms to fruition. The way of the world nowadays is bitter and harsh — frozen words or snapping teeth — and Wound finds herself to be swimming against the currents.
The currents tug at their heels now, as the pair cross over the sandbar between Tephra and the mainland. The tide is not high thankfully, otherwise they might have had to swim across the channel. Wound remembers fondly her own first steps onto the island with Femur only just in the summer. The silver bay keeps the conversation light on their trip, offering suggestions here and there in regards to minor things such as different routes to take or how high the tide can get after it rains.
The sand crunches underfoot as they finally step onto Tephra. The air is warm compared to the chill of autumn-winter and a humid breeze sweeps over their shoulders off the ocean’s waves. Wound feels her shoulders relax with the contentment that comes from arriving home after a long day. Her joints ache from limping for such a long time, but the woman turns with a smile toward Epithet.
“Welcome to Tephra.” Water drips off her silver bay legs, their wading across the channel having reached up to her knees. Wound steps a distance away politely to shake the droplets off her body before gesturing toward the trail leading deeper into the foliage. “You’ll have to watch out for the occasional stream of lava, but other than that I can promise it’s safe here.” For the first time since their introduction, she mentions her leg with a witty smile. “If I’ve made it this long, I’m sure anyone can.”
@[Epithet] & if anyone wants to meet them both, you're welcome to <3
The currents tug at their heels now, as the pair cross over the sandbar between Tephra and the mainland. The tide is not high thankfully, otherwise they might have had to swim across the channel. Wound remembers fondly her own first steps onto the island with Femur only just in the summer. The silver bay keeps the conversation light on their trip, offering suggestions here and there in regards to minor things such as different routes to take or how high the tide can get after it rains.
The sand crunches underfoot as they finally step onto Tephra. The air is warm compared to the chill of autumn-winter and a humid breeze sweeps over their shoulders off the ocean’s waves. Wound feels her shoulders relax with the contentment that comes from arriving home after a long day. Her joints ache from limping for such a long time, but the woman turns with a smile toward Epithet.
“Welcome to Tephra.” Water drips off her silver bay legs, their wading across the channel having reached up to her knees. Wound steps a distance away politely to shake the droplets off her body before gesturing toward the trail leading deeper into the foliage. “You’ll have to watch out for the occasional stream of lava, but other than that I can promise it’s safe here.” For the first time since their introduction, she mentions her leg with a witty smile. “If I’ve made it this long, I’m sure anyone can.”
@[Epithet] & if anyone wants to meet them both, you're welcome to <3