Seaside Moors crow feathers and obsidian

while it was true that living beside the ocean wasn’t exactly the thing he aspired to — for he could not stand the grit of sand — he figures it’s not as if he has anything to lose. he’s tried everywhere else, pretty much and as lost everything those times. perhaps living near the ocean is where the key to his happiness lay buried. i’ve lived in forests, tundras, mountains and vales, but i’ve never lived beside the ocean. there was a first time for everything, as the saying went.

he falls into step a pace or two beside her, deferring to her leadership and knowledge of the lands. the movement of their silent audience of one fleeing briefly captures his attention but is not destined to keep it for it rests back upon erzulie.