*Dream 09*
She stands on an unfamiliar shore, though the fact that she doesn't recognize the place doesn't bother her. She has always been relaxed around the sea - hearing the waves tirelessly crash on the land is soothing, comforting. It reminds her of all the places she's called home.
The sorceress doesn't quite know where she's going as she slips her shoes off, feeling the sand trickle beneath her toes. She is walking towards the water, its blue depths tinged orange in the light of the setting sun, and as warm sand gives way to cool, damp footing gives way to the rush of water around her feet, she keeps walking.
A whisper escapes her lips - a word of power - and the water itself seems to harden beneath her feet. It isn't freezing, but it's somehow supporting her with pressure alone as she walks out into the waves. It's a strange sensation; something that she knows to be yielding and flowing... it resists, it supports, yet it is as cool and fluid as ever.
There is a large wave coming toward her now, bearing down on her... another whispered incantation, and the wave seems to burst around her in an invisible bubble. The mist, too, begins to coagulate and take form into a vaguely humanoid being made out of pure water, two glowing pinpricks of light and the magical shackles around its wrists the only indication that it isn't simply a very oddly-shaped wave. It glides across the surface of the sea behind her, almost as an escort.
The sun is setting in the distance, and still she walks. The shore is far behind her now, but somehow she has never felt quite so peaceful in a very long time...
*She opens her eyes... she's smiling, actually, though she can't explain why she feels quite so... nostalgic.*
(Inspired by this lovely piece of fanart)
The sorceress doesn't quite know where she's going as she slips her shoes off, feeling the sand trickle beneath her toes. She is walking towards the water, its blue depths tinged orange in the light of the setting sun, and as warm sand gives way to cool, damp footing gives way to the rush of water around her feet, she keeps walking.
A whisper escapes her lips - a word of power - and the water itself seems to harden beneath her feet. It isn't freezing, but it's somehow supporting her with pressure alone as she walks out into the waves. It's a strange sensation; something that she knows to be yielding and flowing... it resists, it supports, yet it is as cool and fluid as ever.
There is a large wave coming toward her now, bearing down on her... another whispered incantation, and the wave seems to burst around her in an invisible bubble. The mist, too, begins to coagulate and take form into a vaguely humanoid being made out of pure water, two glowing pinpricks of light and the magical shackles around its wrists the only indication that it isn't simply a very oddly-shaped wave. It glides across the surface of the sea behind her, almost as an escort.
The sun is setting in the distance, and still she walks. The shore is far behind her now, but somehow she has never felt quite so peaceful in a very long time...
*She opens her eyes... she's smiling, actually, though she can't explain why she feels quite so... nostalgic.*
(Inspired by this lovely piece of fanart)
