Twisting and turning

This was a unique place, strange and yet oddly comforting. Perhaps it was the black soft sad beneath her paws or the calm ocean to her right. Whatever the case Adalgisa knew she would be visiting here again, the tormented demons within her were calm and not screaming at her to let them lose. They were few in between but were quite known for her much colder and even vicious personality traits; the aftermath of the rebellion had left it's mark upon her young mind.

Turning to face the sea, those ghostly eyes drifted over the flowing and ever shifting waters. Never to be stopped, never to be calm for long. There was simply no control. Always twisting and turning with a mind of it's own, what drove these forces was unknown, but she was captivated by it. Beautiful." The first word to leave her in some time, it was a soft mummer and nothing more.