10-04-2020, 08:54 AM
Jolting awake, she fought to catch her breath.
Where was she?
Something was roaring in the distance, and something was dripping near where she lay. The touch of something cool against her leg made her jump and scramble to her feet, her head tossing in disorientation. The dark of night began to recede and she quieted her frenzied thoughts as it fled, enough so that she could begin to make out the outline of a cavern opening, and the soft reflection of a stout moon over top the sea.
Memories..she had them. So why was it difficult to remember coming here?
As leisurely as the tide rolling in, those slippery memories became a bit more lucid and bit more perceptible. Hazy still, she shivered against the ocean winds blowing hollow through the cave. Low and mournful and somewhat alluring, the song of the wind made her wonder of the siren stories that Kerrigan used to tell her before she drifted off to sleep. On nights like these the warmth of her mother would have soothed her, would have kept the cold shadows away, would have helped the dreams carry her off to an impossible world.
But she knew she would end up drowning in a sea of ‘what if’s’ and ‘if only’s’ if she kept travelling down this path - a path that she had lost herself on more often than not lately and one that grew harder and harder to bring herself back from. Bones protesting with a dull creak, the painted mare ducked out of the cave before the rise of the water could trap her there for another sleepless night.
Another sleepless night.
The shadows were winning in a game she didn’t understand.
Maybe one day, she’d know enough to be a contender.
As lovely as any place she could ever dream up, Islandres seemed to be the closest thing to sanctuary she could find in Beqanna. The white beaches and swaying palms were a small balm to her tired eyes, but while it was beautiful in its physicalities, she recognized a deeper, underlying draw to the coastal land.
The trail she followed split abruptly, and without much thought behind the choice, she continued straight, choosing neither right nor left in favor of a path untravelled. Maybe it was fate or maybe it was nothing more than a rare stroke of luck that made her pause and look up. Golden and winged, someone was just up ahead, and Catcher’s turbulent grey eyes cast a flurry of questions faster than her lips could deliver.
Cautious and hopeful, she asked softly, “Am I dreaming?”
Where was she?
Something was roaring in the distance, and something was dripping near where she lay. The touch of something cool against her leg made her jump and scramble to her feet, her head tossing in disorientation. The dark of night began to recede and she quieted her frenzied thoughts as it fled, enough so that she could begin to make out the outline of a cavern opening, and the soft reflection of a stout moon over top the sea.
Memories..she had them. So why was it difficult to remember coming here?
As leisurely as the tide rolling in, those slippery memories became a bit more lucid and bit more perceptible. Hazy still, she shivered against the ocean winds blowing hollow through the cave. Low and mournful and somewhat alluring, the song of the wind made her wonder of the siren stories that Kerrigan used to tell her before she drifted off to sleep. On nights like these the warmth of her mother would have soothed her, would have kept the cold shadows away, would have helped the dreams carry her off to an impossible world.
But she knew she would end up drowning in a sea of ‘what if’s’ and ‘if only’s’ if she kept travelling down this path - a path that she had lost herself on more often than not lately and one that grew harder and harder to bring herself back from. Bones protesting with a dull creak, the painted mare ducked out of the cave before the rise of the water could trap her there for another sleepless night.
Another sleepless night.
The shadows were winning in a game she didn’t understand.
Maybe one day, she’d know enough to be a contender.
As lovely as any place she could ever dream up, Islandres seemed to be the closest thing to sanctuary she could find in Beqanna. The white beaches and swaying palms were a small balm to her tired eyes, but while it was beautiful in its physicalities, she recognized a deeper, underlying draw to the coastal land.
The trail she followed split abruptly, and without much thought behind the choice, she continued straight, choosing neither right nor left in favor of a path untravelled. Maybe it was fate or maybe it was nothing more than a rare stroke of luck that made her pause and look up. Golden and winged, someone was just up ahead, and Catcher’s turbulent grey eyes cast a flurry of questions faster than her lips could deliver.
Cautious and hopeful, she asked softly, “Am I dreaming?”
CATCHER
caught in the
afterglow
afterglow
@[Eyas] @[Santana]
