Day Eleven - Meditations
Who: Dahlia, Isabel, Aisling
Where: Beach
When: Mid-morning
Rating: PG
Status: Closed/Finished
Summary: Dahlia meditates briefly on the beach before being distracted by Isabel shaking water from her fur. The girl reaches for her sword, but the dog speaks to dissuade her and they converse, mostly about Dahlia's home. Aisling shows up and greets the pair before inquiring about the markings on the other woman's face, which turn out to be the combination of a family mark as well as one for dominance. Bel takes off shortly, and the women continue to converse a bit, engaging in a little investigative touching before heading to the shops and picking up gifts for their respective giftees.
Dahlia was meditating on the beach, sword unsheathed and sitting across her lap, her hands resting on the flat of the blade as she let her mind lapse into idle thought and then even that drifted off into nothing. The sound of the waves regulated her breathing, beginning to dictate her thoughts, the ebb and flow of it calming in its own way, though she couldn' t help but think how idyllic it was to have an entire body of water sitting before her.
Inhaling deeply, she opened her eyes, ready for another day of this. She looked about, long blond hair swishing about her waist as she did so.
Where: Beach
When: Mid-morning
Rating: PG
Status: Closed/Finished
Summary: Dahlia meditates briefly on the beach before being distracted by Isabel shaking water from her fur. The girl reaches for her sword, but the dog speaks to dissuade her and they converse, mostly about Dahlia's home. Aisling shows up and greets the pair before inquiring about the markings on the other woman's face, which turn out to be the combination of a family mark as well as one for dominance. Bel takes off shortly, and the women continue to converse a bit, engaging in a little investigative touching before heading to the shops and picking up gifts for their respective giftees.
Dahlia was meditating on the beach, sword unsheathed and sitting across her lap, her hands resting on the flat of the blade as she let her mind lapse into idle thought and then even that drifted off into nothing. The sound of the waves regulated her breathing, beginning to dictate her thoughts, the ebb and flow of it calming in its own way, though she couldn' t help but think how idyllic it was to have an entire body of water sitting before her.
Inhaling deeply, she opened her eyes, ready for another day of this. She looked about, long blond hair swishing about her waist as she did so.