03-12-2018, 11:15 AM
hold me in this wild, wild world
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
Even in the depths of winter, Ischia is pleasant. Brennen winds his way through the jungle trees, making his way towards the beach. As the sun begins to set the birds are fleeing to take refuge in the tops of the trees, nesting for the night. They are great company, but they are day-birds, and the night is for other creatures. The beach, for instance, comes alive at night; not just from the phosphorescent glowing plankton wash up on shore. Other sealife is active at night as well – the hermit crabs are some of Brennen’s favorites.
The trees begin to thin, and he turns his face towards the mainland shore – and is pleasantly surprised to see the spotted mare from the Field standing on the beach. Breckin. The warrior turns to stride her direction, a low and friendly whicker escaping his throat as he comes along. She has her head down, inspecting something that has washed up on the beach. He glances down at it, and experience exploring the beach here now for awhile brings its name to his mind. “A beach star*,” he says, and is pleasantly surprised at the good condition of the one she’s found. “What washes up on the beach like this is just the skeleton – when they are alive in the ocean, they’re actually rather fuzzy.”
He lifts his eyes then to her face, quirking a little smile. “Welcome to Ischia. Can I show you around?”
The trees begin to thin, and he turns his face towards the mainland shore – and is pleasantly surprised to see the spotted mare from the Field standing on the beach. Breckin. The warrior turns to stride her direction, a low and friendly whicker escaping his throat as he comes along. She has her head down, inspecting something that has washed up on the beach. He glances down at it, and experience exploring the beach here now for awhile brings its name to his mind. “A beach star*,” he says, and is pleasantly surprised at the good condition of the one she’s found. “What washes up on the beach like this is just the skeleton – when they are alive in the ocean, they’re actually rather fuzzy.”
He lifts his eyes then to her face, quirking a little smile. “Welcome to Ischia. Can I show you around?”
hold me in this wild, wild world
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
BRENNEN
*I figured since they have no idea what a dollar is, the sand dollar would need a new name. XD I almost went with the South African "Pansy Shell" but I dunno "Beach Star" seemed better.