M A N O N

Her time at the Edge had been quiet, peaceful. She'd experienced more peace, comfort and kindness than she'd had in her life - a fact that was not lost on her as she wandered to the cliffs. This was where she could most often be found, either with Ultima (the one bright spark she couldn't entirely shake) or alone, watching the ocean far below. To the sea, to the sea, the white gulls are crying... She murmured under her breath, opalescent eyes scanning the porcelain cliffs below her, and below them - the careening birdsong ocean. The breeze caught her silver hair, tugging it gently westward as she breathed softly: alone. She had endless thanks for Tilney, the man whom had brought her here... and possibly no small amount of affection, either, though that affection was purely based in friendship. No matter how kind and handsome the doctor was, he wasn't her type. Wasn't a woman. It wasn't that she craved the attention and the excitement of the "dating" world - Manon had never been intrigued by that whirlpool of games and deceit, but she was lacking. It had taken months for her to figure out what it was.

Excitement, drive, purpose. These were what she was missing, through no fault of anyone but herself - though the months of rest and softness weren't to be spoken badly of. She'd needed them. Now, though... The sun was high in the sky as she breathed in that salty air, thoughts running swiftly through her head. She should take a trade, train more, learn something. She was aware of how capable her skill set already was, but there was always more. To be helpful to the herd that had so graciously taken her in would be a worthy cause. She couldn't help thinking of her siblings - Saker and Swallow, though it had been a long, long time since she had done so. She could see Swallow in the soft breeze, the gentle jasmine and lilac of the birdsong flowers, the warm sun upon her sharp-boned face. Saker - Saker she could see in the raging ocean far below, in the stark white cliffs that refused to yield.. the never ending horizon. She wondered how much they had changed. And if she'd ever see them again. With a scoff she tossed her head and backed from the cliff edge a bit: it was unlikely, not when she'd entered another realm.

Her lips curled around the sweet grass a short distance from the cliffs edge, liking the background of ocean and sky that both reverberated with her heartbeat and tickled her slender ears. Light reflected off of her mottled skin as she lifted her delicate head, thinking that - for once - she wouldn't mind someone to share this with.

heavy as a feather when - you hit the dirt