Ankyra Sound He greets me with kisses when good days deceive him.

She'd stared at herself for a while in the reflection of the still water, longer than she'd been able to since the blows had come.  The right... she could almost pretend.  But as she'd turned her face, the ugly wounds leapt out at her, and she'd felt a horrible feeling of loss well up.

Maybe it was stupid, for vanity to cause her sleeplessness.  But tonight, she gave in to self pity, and took to the shoreline.  She couldn't move quickly, her splintered leg needing to be kept aloft, but she could at least stroll awkwardly to sit despondantly near the water's edge.

She was in the mood to be alone, but it wasn't to be.  Someone else was pacing the shore as well, sleepless as she was, and she closed her eyes for a minute before giving a quipped and falsely cavalier greeting.  If you're lookin for a good time, I'm afraid you may want to try the other side of the beach.  This part here's been claimed for sulking.  If she couldn't poke fun at herself, then she really had no business bein here.