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Tilney
"And oh there is more to this life"
"I can smell the sea!" rang through the trees as the hazel brute paced swiftly downwards past tree and rock, headed at a bound for the beckoning ocean. Tilney was speaking to no one in particular, he was more or less alone. If asked he would say he was cheering to the birds as if asking to join in his jovial chorus. This flaxen lad had only ever felt the sea spray once upon those gold locks, Only once heard the sighing of waves in his hazel ears, Only once felt the aqua between the crevasses of his cloven stones, and only once it had been that he had smelt the fresh salt in the air that the gulls so loved to soar on. He had only happy memories of the seaside. Tilney recalled spending the better half of his second spring in a cluster of hills caught between river and ocean. Such happy memories. He had longed since that spring to feel the sand under his sharp hooves. He did wonder as he rushed towards the pristine white sand if he had wandered too far. It would be quite impossible to return to the falls before nightfall struck him once again. That would be another job for the day, finding a tidy hidden nook to rest for the night where he wouldn't be found. In the falls he had found himself returning to the same spot behind a patch of vines, but it wouldn't take too long until his hiding place was discovered and his secret along with it. Finally, marble hooves bound with the ivory beach sand and he was there. The sand was deeper and harder to travel through then he remembered, and he stumbled slightly upon entry. "woah!" He gasped (again, really speaking only to himself). A snipped nose tossed upwards and he cheered once more to the birds, socked legs scratching through the deep sand. He had forgotten that deep water was even harder to travel through then a little sand as he plunged into the beaches aqua. Within a few steps his body had travelled too far ahead of his legs, and he staggered right over. Tilney had plummeted right into the hock-deep water. He rose, slightly started at first. The water dripped form his velvetine pelt and a merry snort escape his lungs. The time was taken to gaze at the grass dunes and the rocky shelf over head. "such a beautiful place" fell from his lips.
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Wander or Leave
turn in to winter lights
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