Ankyra Sound Mont Blanc Radiance

@Val

In many ways Dwin was still very much a kid. When she got excited about something, she could forget that she had to eat. Or flatly refusing the idea that she was tired and needed to sleep, when - in fact - she was absolutely exhausted and barely dragging her feet. There had been a period in her childhood, when she had been simply unstoppable - 45 minute naps interspersed between peaks of activity. Or not looking truth in the eyes even if it was glaringly obvious. Or telling that she was definitely not cold, even if her lips were turning blue and she was trembling.

Two or three days she had spent on the coast, walking along the shores and exploring. The large mass of water still captivated her every time she set her eyes on it. Sand was another discovery - sure she had seen such along the lakes near her home, but not in such quantities. It was soft to walk on, it was easy to dig and it was so so pleasant to the touch. Now too she lied sprawled out in the pit she had created for herself to protect her from the winds with her eyes set on that thin line, where the water met the sky. All this poetry of life, while her stomach grumbled for food it had not seen in a long time.