atraxia

“I do not.” Her reply was instantaneous and soft, neither disturbed nor insulting- simply a statement of personal preference. The waters were ever changing, lacking the calm stability that came with the mountains. Unless one understood the natural and hectic flow, they would not be able to see the changing waters nor brave them. She commended her companion for finding peace in the disruptive, to see calm in the face of turbulent shifts and swells. But such was not for mountain dweller. She found peace in the horrid, the treacherous yet stable. The constant that imposed not ease but challenge. Perhaps it was why the woman found that face of the Beta most easily in the mountains. Sighing once more to herself, she wrinkled her nose and cast a glance to the female enraptured by the sea. “Xi’nuata,” she pronounced softly, carefully easing into each syllable that it might be committed to memory. She was not personally fond of a community where one’s name was lost to the faces of a growing crowd. Though she did not deny the possible reality of such a thing occurring. Nevertheless, she would do her part to present this insult from coming to pass. “Well met, Anemone.” Falling silent, she returned to sea though with bi-colored eyes closed to the waters but bent her ears forward to hear the songs of the waves instead. And there she would remain poised and listening til her companion was ready to return to the Vale.