a few thousand miles, and an ocean away. || amet, iset, any

[Antonia]

Few thousand miles and an ocean away,
but I see the sunrise, just like the other day.

   Foolish, her mother would say, wandering so aimlessly with such little self-preservation. The warmth of the summer air has drawn her away from the shallow shoreline of the volcanic ridge, longing to part from the stagnant humidity and stench of sulfur that lingered in the stillness of the air. The sunlight is unforgiving against her dark, dappled skin, and its unyielding light weaves its way through her flaxen tresses, which lay haphazardly along her cheek as her bright hazel eyes search the seemingly endless horizon.

   She has wandered far, her sinewy muscles aching and her bones weary, with her rapidly beating heart hammering inside of her chest. She is enthralled, and altogether filled with a giddiness that has set her nerves on fire, as excitement flickers like an ever-present ember in her wild spirit. Not unlike her mother (or her brother, or her sister, for that matter), she is restless for something more than complacency, and though there is a trace of hesitance lingering in the back of her mind, she has all but doused it with an overwhelming hunger for adventure. 

   She is still youthful - with languid, but gangly limbs, with her feminine curves barely touching the edge of her rounding hips and once hollow cheeks. She is caught between her youth and her womanhood, eyes bright and mischievous, as her dark skin tingles with anticipation. With the winding rivulets of magma and sulfur left behind, her bright gaze peers over the ridge of the mountain crest and settles on the breathtaking sight before her - bright, vivid vegetation (a colorful splendor), and a shining, crystalline body of water situated at the base.

   Hyaline.

Antonia

@[Amet]