Cerulean Cape there's an open wound placed upon my heart
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For days that had turned into weeks, Opalia had tracked along the eastern edge of the Sunspire mountain, heading roughly north. When the mountains curved towards the west, she followed beside them roughly enough to use their course, and soon come to find that she had no other trails to go upon any longer. She went where the landscapes allowed, passing through the spaces she could, and carving out a lonely little existence where she could survive; it felt a futile effort now, and easy to lose track of her goal when nothing kept her moored at all--except the occasional need to rest and eat, so that she could pick it up and keep going towards another day, though she hardly knew why.

But, it had been the scent of the sea-breeze that had breathed a glimmer of life back into the Drakru. Although faint at first, when the mountains met their end in the Ridge, she cut a straight path beyond them for the first time in what felt like forever--her sights set solely on the endless waves, and whatever beaches they may border. She could get her bearings once there, surely, for she didn't know what she needed there, other than that she must. It had been far too long, and maybe, the sound of the waves could bring her weary soul something to soothe its hurts when time alone only left her to fester.

Familiarity soon crept into her bones, unwelcome at first, since it brought a reminder that if she should turn north.. eventually, there would be Dragoncrest Cliffs. Biting back that yearning, she focused on the here, and its now as verdant grassy fields gave way to sand underfoot--a small thrill, but one she had to cherish. Opalia soon slowed herself, and let it all come to her as she walked on towards the shoreline. For a moment, she could breath deep, and feel the old familiar strength want to come back, blossoming from her chest, and exuding beyond into her tired muscles, made lean by the road.

For the first time in weeks, she picked up her head, calmly surveyed the expanse at her disposal, and remembered the good.

she's like @ super eastern part of the cape.
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there's an open wound placed upon my heart - by Opalia - May 11, 2020, 03:04 PM