Coconut Grove sitting in the back seat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last

delightful 

it was all too easy to brush aside the thin veil of pride hissing stubbornly back as eyes drank greedily at the sight before her. the skies had been heavy and thick since her arrival upon the under dressed moors, smoky claws holding the spring that met hopeful expectations captive so that they seemed doomed to trudge through a never ending winter. asides from weak casts of sun here and there as if to remind them that somewhere within that cover she still lingered and waited, they'd been quite deprived of the promise the warmer months held. and the sea in her reflective glory, had taken in such mournful skies whilst she rolled and writhed; grey and ominous. but for whatever reason- this particular dusk had taken it upon itself to lash through the clouds with shining blades of steel so that the sinking sun could wrap her warm embrace around the creatures that roamed restlessly beneath. 

oh and the sea, it was easy to understand the arrogant pride behind each thrash when confronted with it's true potential. featherlight paws had spurred her to action as she drifted from the confines of the territory and into the small grove of curious trees that stood useless sentinel between them and the powerful entity before her. feeling so elated by this gift of nature, she'd found herself craving the presence of @Rosencrantz in ways that the wraith she'd become the past month had subdued somewhat. so with hopeful intentions, she brushed against whatever vegetation she could find around the borders he so relentlessly patrolled and continued the trail along each swaying trunk of the sparse gathering of trees so that should he wish to; her trail was easy to track and hunt. 

at the edge of the grove she would sink back onto haunches, pale neck stretched to catch the crisp breeze that pranced and giggled; thrilled by the company. the grass that tickled at her paws rolled away from her until it gave way to that strangely sifting, soft terrain and then...the hungry lapping of the sea. it looked as if it was on fire- vibrant hues of crimson red and muted pinks rolling and glinting on the shifting surface. it made sense that such a dramatic display would be offered up when two of the most powerful forces she reckoned existed, simply met. the sun sank leisurely into the water's hungry grasp and she wondered idly if it was the sun and moon's sacrifice every dawn and dusk that kept the insatiable force at bay, stopped it from swallowing them all. she shivered at the thought but could not deny that euphoric inducing awe also wriggling within. a smile found its way to perch upon charcoal lips as her inky eyes tracked the embracing colours; from the eye watering vibrancy of the flaming sun still lowering herself into the hungry jaws of liquid to the muted inidgo sky stretching serenely above her head, already flecked with winking stars.

a sigh heaved from her wispy vessel as she felt the first flickerings of the content she so sought.