Firefly Ravine black thunder

He thought of the sea that day.

It had been some time since he had seen Marina, but his life had churned and thundered far from whatever the blossom of that had been. He had his duties to Avicus, he had distracted himself with another too. Now the Rise would see more children on its horizon soon with the addition of Augur's wife. It was a word that haunted his mind, clutched at it violently.

He ignored it.

Constantly.

Except for when he spotted a pale figure, vaguely reminiscent of Marina. Perhaps it was for the best he couldn't catch the scent from here. Lest he lose his mind entirely thinking it was her with the smell of the ocean. Still he lingered on the lip of the ravine, admiring the stranger from afar. The roll of thunder perhaps a reminder he shouldn't be gone long.

So why did he stay? Staring?

Longing.