037- Surf
She watched the water break against the shore, mesmerised by the not-quite-white foam. The gentle sound it made was soothing even though being out on the water was not.
"Herz." Torrent's arms encircled her waist and she leaned back against him. "My bloodline...we were all sea-farers once. Papa used to tell me such wonderful tales...it pained him he could never take me to the beach." Ryn sighed. "How it hurts for the sea to be anathema to me now!" She swallowed against her sorrow.
"You are tired, beloved. Come below deck with me--time to sleep."
"Yes...sleep..." she agreed.