Escape from Alcatraz
12-11-2013, 07:58 PM
Zeke's jaw dropped, hunger forgotten. How could anyone not know the coast? How? It just didn't make any sense! Zeke knew not everyone was like him, not everyone had seawater in their veins, but certainly there had to be some knowledge born into a wolf to make them halfway decent. He couldn't imagine life without crashing waves, the smell of salt, that brisk ocean wind. He shook his head slowly, still marveling as the fae continued to speak. Ever the gentleman he listened patiently and waited for a break before he spoke. Slowly, carefully, he asked, "You truly don't know the coast?" He could not comprehend it. "The coast is everything," he insisted. "It's where the ocean meets the land. It's sand dunes and warmth and crashing waves and salt and everything that's good in the world!" He sighed and looked out the cave. How had he managed to get so far from home? That he could not hear or smell the sea made him feel weaker, lesser. "The coast is very far from here," he said quietly. He collected himself with a deep breath and looked over the smaller female. If she had not seen the coast, what had she seen? It struck him that his fae might be his exact opposite, and full of good tales to tell. "It's nice to meet you as well," he said with a lazy smile. "I'm a wanderer too, except I usually don't wander too far from the ocean. It's what I know, I suppose." He shrugged and tried to imagine all that Malia had experience, and found himself coming up blank more often than not. The trees and rocks of the inland had never interested him, not even slightly. For her to have based her whole life around them, well, maybe he was missing something. Speech, |
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