Cerulean Cape The Wandering of the Soul

She wasn't entirely sure why she had been lead to the sea. The silver and tanned woman hadn't even known that there was a sea on this side to the Wilds. She had only ever known the Glade. But she was glad to find it. Indeed it broke the consistency of the forest, and gave Shalon hope that perhaps her life would take  a different turn than what it had become. She couldn't stand the thought that perhaps her life would return to the wandering she had known before the Court. The lonely existence that had been her life, was not worth living. She had found her calling in the Royal Fire Court, her calling of counsel and advise. She wasn't much of a talker herself, but she enjoyed listening to others. Hearing their problems and offering whatever words she deemed appropriate to aide them and their issue.

Although now she found that she wished for her sisters voice, she desired more than anything to hear the calming sound of another who would aide her with her own problems. Something Shalon had never once wished for before. With a firm sigh she dropped along the sand, enjoying the softness along her side as she peered out across the water. Her silver orbs watching the water lap the earth with its tender waves. She was oblivious to the world around her, a dangerous prospect for a lone wolf. But it mattered not to Shalon. Not now anyway.

come one, come all!