Ocean's Breath Plateau a chantar mer

@Starbuck!

 

A crash of cymbal sounds pushed sand and surf away from black, dancing legs, bright moonlight glittering off the nightblack water and one blacker body cutting her way through the salty foam. It was the first sight of such great water she'd seen in days! She wasn't one for whooping with joy, but Antigone ran through across the nightwashed shoreline until her legs felt numb and her body was on fire, stumbling over her black feet as the grey sand turned to grass.

Breathless, she stood half-trembling in the chilly midnight, blinking up at the cloudless sky. The moon hid behind half a curtain of starlight, her white face elegant against the dark shoulder of the heavens. With no clouds, her naked power seeped into the earth and imbibed Antigone herself with her own strength, the strength that had carried her from faceless Phyrgia to where she stood now. Cutting the pants of her breath short (though, let's be honest, huffing it through your nose didn't sound much better) the young witch angled awkwardly on paws that had never been so tired before, trotting across the moonwashed dune and into the grass that surrounded it. 

There was something special about moongrass, though she couldn't remember what. It wasn't exactly powerful, seeing as it was only a half-moon, but it was better than nothing; there was no better cure for tired bones than a weave of moongrass washed in seafoam, after all.