A few curious gulls had landed near where Minerva had surfaced. They were uncharacteristically silent as they hopped along the sand, wanting to investigate the patch of sea grass where they'd first spotted her glittering silver body as it had been deposited; she wasn't there now, though.
Somehow the woman had awakened and gathered enough energy to drag herself somewhere with cover. It wasn't much; the trees were looming out from where they'd rooted themselves eons ago, most of them bare where they'd shed their trunks. The grass beneath her ravaged body was brittle like straw—but the smell was comforting and familiar, so she didn't mind.
It would have been worthwhile for Minerva to take stock of her injuries but it was difficult to discern what ached versus what did not. Breathing hurt, and that could've been from the ache in her ribcage or the near-drowning provided by the sea. Her leg muscles were strained beyond anything she could've imagined, and she couldn't remember how long she'd fought against the torrent when the mother had first reached for her. The entire scenario of her relocation was a mess, and it was easier just to lay still and rest rather than plague herself with blurry recollections.
At least she knew who she was—a daughter of the sea, now more than ever, but in the back of her mind she found herself wondering: but mother, why? Was the Mother angry with her—? Had she displeased her creator and somehow earned this punishment—but was it truly a punishment or merely a new path? There was little Minerva could do at this point beyond rest her body, but her mind was awake and active, brimming with unspoken questions.
Somehow the woman had awakened and gathered enough energy to drag herself somewhere with cover. It wasn't much; the trees were looming out from where they'd rooted themselves eons ago, most of them bare where they'd shed their trunks. The grass beneath her ravaged body was brittle like straw—but the smell was comforting and familiar, so she didn't mind.
It would have been worthwhile for Minerva to take stock of her injuries but it was difficult to discern what ached versus what did not. Breathing hurt, and that could've been from the ache in her ribcage or the near-drowning provided by the sea. Her leg muscles were strained beyond anything she could've imagined, and she couldn't remember how long she'd fought against the torrent when the mother had first reached for her. The entire scenario of her relocation was a mess, and it was easier just to lay still and rest rather than plague herself with blurry recollections.
At least she knew who she was—a daughter of the sea, now more than ever, but in the back of her mind she found herself wondering: but mother, why? Was the Mother angry with her—? Had she displeased her creator and somehow earned this punishment—but was it truly a punishment or merely a new path? There was little Minerva could do at this point beyond rest her body, but her mind was awake and active, brimming with unspoken questions.
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don't go chasing waterfalls - by Minerva - September 22, 2019, 04:39 PM
RE: don't go chasing waterfalls - by Darkmoon - October 19, 2019, 07:57 PM