A Return to the Sea

Mar 06, 2006 14:58

The Wheel of Time Turns.

The soft, slow sound of the waves. The Wheel turning with every slow steady throb.

Memory fades to legend.
Legend fades to myth.
Even myth is long forgotten..

But the ocean still remains, and so do those who belong to the ocean. To the turning of the Wheel. For whom the gritty feeling of moist sand between the toes is ( Read more... )

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shelley_winters March 6 2006, 21:47:27 UTC
Somewhere, there had been screaming. But here it is quiet and the breeze is cool and soft and the sky overhead smiles down bright and blue. The white gold beach seems to stretch forever on to either side of her.
Four times in five we forget we're alive
Warm sand shifts under her as she stands up, long skirts blowing gently about. She watches the man walk closer, head tilted to one side as her long loose hair plays in the wind. She speaks quietly, but knows her voice will reach him, one way or another.

"Hello."

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forsaken_bard March 6 2006, 21:53:21 UTC
A strange anxious tension in the soft breeze. A warm smile on the face of the man. An outstretched hand from dark eyes set deeply in a face unlined with the stress, and unhaunted by events of the Wheel. A calm voice.

"Greetings, my lady."

In the wind which billowed through their hair, and played in their clothes, seemed to hold a whisper, an ache unexpressed.

...I have been waiting for you.

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shelley_winters March 6 2006, 22:06:38 UTC
Shelley reaches out to take the extended hand. Her face is very calm but she can't seem to smile back, much as she wants. Her small hand curls around his. Looking up at him seriously, she studies the familiar - not familiar face.

"I... don't quite know what to call you."

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forsaken_bard March 6 2006, 22:11:45 UTC
A chuckle as he smiled at her. Thinking for a moment, his shoulders shrugged indifferently. His hand holding hers so delicately, but snugly. Waiting forever, and but a moment for this.

"What do I call you?"

A pause as he glanced down the beach that stretched off into infinity. Golden sands farther than the eye could see, than the mind could imagine, than the heart could wish for.

"I am not sure that it really matters now."

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