"oh, my..." dalia murmurs.
the storm has settled down-- only mildly, the waves are still beating dangerously against the shore-- by the time she visits the shore. there are fish everywhere-- and then some. dalia wanted to eat first, knowing it was more important in the winter season, but part of her worried that all the treasures that had washed up upon the shore would disappear as quickly as they appeared. her heart raced-- oh! the sea glass and the shells and the debre that littered the shore were so plentiful! she felt like she were in some kind of dream.
first, however, she began to collect fish, dodging the racing waves and tossing the fish into a pile further up the beach-- where they were safe. and then, when the pile was big enough, she began to scan the shore for prizes, finding first a large tooth-- probably a sharks-- as well as a small pile of seaglass, holding them all carefully in her mouth, careful not to swallow them. she moved them further up the beach as well, placing them into a delicate little pile, her tail waving. the wind beat against her side, ruffling her fur and pressing the hairs along her cheek. but this was okay.
for a moment, her demons were forgotten.
the storm has settled down-- only mildly, the waves are still beating dangerously against the shore-- by the time she visits the shore. there are fish everywhere-- and then some. dalia wanted to eat first, knowing it was more important in the winter season, but part of her worried that all the treasures that had washed up upon the shore would disappear as quickly as they appeared. her heart raced-- oh! the sea glass and the shells and the debre that littered the shore were so plentiful! she felt like she were in some kind of dream.
first, however, she began to collect fish, dodging the racing waves and tossing the fish into a pile further up the beach-- where they were safe. and then, when the pile was big enough, she began to scan the shore for prizes, finding first a large tooth-- probably a sharks-- as well as a small pile of seaglass, holding them all carefully in her mouth, careful not to swallow them. she moved them further up the beach as well, placing them into a delicate little pile, her tail waving. the wind beat against her side, ruffling her fur and pressing the hairs along her cheek. but this was okay.
for a moment, her demons were forgotten.
trigedasleng will be in blue.
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city life, pocket camp - by ThE nArRaToR - December 14, 2018, 02:27 PM
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RE: city life, pocket camp - by Velen - December 17, 2018, 10:34 PM
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