The Sentinels on letting go

she announced her admiration in his language, and he felt a rush of warmth to his cheeks. "it is," he answered as a breeze swept by. her coat held the aroma of others, and he found himself curious if she'd come from a settlement not unlike his own. "though there are many among our shores who speak in different tongues."

she questioned the sea's wrath, and he found himself lost in reflection. "perhaps," he began, questioning himself if there had been any amongst their numbers who would cheated nature's spirit. "or perhaps the sea had felt a sadness that could not have been purged without flooding tears."

perhaps he had read the sea's emotions wrong during the time of storm. it had not been vexation they'd felt on rocky shores. it had been despair.