Sequoia Coast outside, cold and ghosting out with jetlag

ok could not resist

he fled from the grotto with magma-infused eyes brimming with anguish and a mind half-full of compunction for how callously he'd behaved towards his brother. he did not care for the girl or her feelings, but he'd never been so carelessly barb-tongued with Ingram. at least, not in any earnest capacity. the feelings this interaction had brought up in him were wildly uncomfortable, and he didn't know how to manage them. he felt out of control--like an electrical storm moving up the coast. and whoever he encountered next would have to weather him. 

who else but her. 

an abject call traveled on the back of a gale-wind, familiar notes laden in its refrain. "mana...?" he muttered, cresting his head with brows knit together--mind swimming with confusion. she was gone to the sea. within himself, he could only reconcile her abandonment if reality affirmed of her passing.

he shook his head to clear the apparition of her voice. his emotions were trebled, and he was sure the intensity of them was causing auditory hallucinations.

he advanced forward through the eventide pall of light, eyes dancing along with the water's playful lapping at shore. his ears drew forth as a flock of gulls raucoused overhead, spooked by something in the water.