Wash the Worries Away
04-03-2018, 11:22 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-03-2018, 11:37 AM by Tauriel.)
Auster was boring. It was cold. Plain and damp. Though there had been a few spots that could serve as Tauriel's ideal home... no one was there. Only the false gods that claimed themselves an Empire. She was not made for that--she was destined for a simpler life, where notabilities didn't mean so much. So she had explored further North. Finding herself in a warmer climate once passing the Bifrost. It was strange, how one part of this world was the exact opposite of the other, yet it was pleasing at the same time. The shores called her, the calmer winds beckoned her to the Sea's Plain. A vast, rocky pool of shallow water. Tired paws ached with the need to rest, yet were momentarily distracted when icy water lapped at her white-tipped paws. The warm sun cascading down her back; warming the chill that Auster had given her. Yet a thick coat was not needed here, soon, she would swelter under the impending bright gaze. Pale lilac eyes gazed around the shore line, watching eagerly as the cool waves idly lapped against the shore. It was tranquil here, the gulls cried and the drifts of waves lulled her into a sense of false calm, with the bright sun warming her back; Tauriel felt the urge to run upon the shoreline, to clear her mind. Yet it was all forgotten, when she spotted an earthen figure. Broken by white, lazily lying in the sun. Tauriel paused; eyeing the stranger carefully. She had lost the element of surprise; the wind would carry her flowery scent straight to him. She had no option but to simply wait. Or test the waters. Yet he seemed only half lulled by sleep; one ear perked. Surely he would hear her footfalls against the sand? Flickering her ears forwards, Tauriel waited; her gaze flickering back to the salty waters. She knew better than to wake a sleeping stranger. "speaking" |