The Ocean is Only Half the Cure

[OPEN] The Ocean is Only Half the Cure

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07-20-2013, 03:25 PM

It was a different time when a horse was older. Her age meant she bloomed from her life as a filly and transformed into a mare. Nostalgic times rang in her thoughts - dreading the tainted visions she would see through her eyes, and the impurity eventually brought upon her. However, she was just learning the ropes of a new life with no given history if she grew up too fast or too slow in a world she cannot recall. This was her world now. She might as well take advantage of what she could and her useless desire to escape Frostfall.

Florabella moved across the snowy terrain and her coat had begun to accept the heavy coat of fur sprouting from her skin. With the weather and her lack of knowledge in tow, it felt like a drudgery to find any place with the sun. She was fortunate to even see some form of light up in the dark sky. The wave of salt and water hit her nostrils and she raised her head to sense the next direction to take.

It was the shore. The water bathed in the weather and the moonlight shining upon its rocky surface as the tide swept itself in. In spite of the unusual behavior, she finally felt at ease. Her former emotion: uncertainty sank deep into the core where most of her expressions found a face. Her body slacked as she watched the waves turned; completely fascinated for the moment, but unaware of what could also be residing in the territory.

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07-20-2013, 07:06 PM

Saga
In the dark you tell me of a flower
that only blooms in the violet hour

Saga made her way from the basin for the only the second time since her arrival. She followed the winding paths, that seemed to have become that much brighter when lady luna reached her crest for the first time in what Saga could only imagine as a long time. She had noticed that almost everyone she met has seemed off, as if they had received a lobotomy of sorts. It was unnerving to say the least. She had been wandering aimlessly really trying to figure out the layout of the land. Each path she took she made small mental notes of the landscape and landmarks that stuck out to her. However, she currently had a bit of a hard time due to the rain, sleet and snow that enveloped most of the land. Saga slowed her pace as the sound of crashing water filled her ears. She was not fond of oceans really. They were often to bear and much to far from the comfort of a forest for her taste, but to her resounding disappointment that was exactly where she ended up.

She eased out on the shore of the water. Her hooves sunk into the shifting sands. Why does sand always have to be so damn hard to walk in Her mind growled at her current predicament. Granted she could only blame herself. Simply giving up, Saga stops and lifts her violet hued pools to search her current arena. Look what we have here, and equine. It has been and awfully long time since I have had a chat with a different species, her thoughts were benign in nature. Honestly, Saga was rather neutral when it came to the other races. Then again she was not sure what her herd leaders views were on the subject. Oh well. Saga often found that the other races had some of the most fascinating stories to tell. Many of which she had commit to memory. Clearing her throat to gain the mares attention, she moved to close the distance between them. "It is....endless is it not?" She gave a gentle nod of her head towards the sea. " I am Saga." Saga had a thing about introductions. She always like to know the name of the individual she was chatting up. So she always tried to extend the courtesy first.

She stopped several feet away, staying clear of the waters edge, and making sure she did not crowded the unnamed equine. A small part of her cursed herself for leaving the warmth that surrounded the hot spring in the Basin. She had been spoiled by its welcoming comfort. And she had left it for the ocean. If she had known she would have taken a different path. Well lets hope the conversation makes it worth the trip.

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07-20-2013, 08:13 PM

Florabella shuffled around with her hooves attempting to prod at the ocean. Her sight was never the greatest, but the distance seemed to make it stretch for miles. She settled upon staring for hours if she could, but even a young horse had to eat and find shelter eventually. It did not help that she was prone to distractions either. For example, she heard a sound as her ear rotated towards the noise, and slowly twisted her body around to see who the source was.

She hastily backed up before her legs curled and straightened themselves out on the sand. She settled down; the exaggerated surprise only temporary. The brow on her face narrowed, scrutinizing the newcomer in hopes they meant no harm. She was vulnerable after all. Knowledge was lacking in how to defend against the sharp tip of the horn on the equine-shaped speaker. Yet, she managed to relaxed at how calm and benign the voice and body language were. She followed the other mare’s rotation and glanced at the ocean again with a small smile and a quiet nod. "It looks like it stretches out for hours."She murmured. Her eyes focused back on the now-introduced mare, Saga. "I-I‘m Florabella." She dipped her head in an untrained bow.

It was a guilty thought: The type of species maintained some form of vagueness in her “knowledgeable” mind. The question wanted to come out, but she held it back in case it sounded rude. Perhaps it would be shared on Saga’s on accord. Perhaps not.

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07-21-2013, 12:58 AM

The ocean sighs with a gentleness as each wave falls in a lull upon the shore. She is eternally breathing, moving, living. In response a squall picks up and dances in brief eddies around the surface, rippling the azure flesh of the sea.

All seems normal.

To anyone who's had the opportunity to live long enough and compete in a complex social structure however, you'll know there really is no normal. That being said, it was not, after all, normal.

A sudden spark of blue lights in the see a horse length out, brief then gone like fireflies tangled in salt instead of leaves; drowning. More began to appear, seeming to grow with every lap of water on the beach. Eventually the bio-luminescence grew, beautiful, yet so exotic it might be frightening - until the tide crashed vibrant sapphire. Each pulse of the sea's heart was a hum of blue on the pale coast as the organisms danced and somehow burned in the cool water.

One place very near to you however, was different from the rest.

Instead of the usual pattern of the shore and the crash of the sapphire lights upon its gentle slope, there was a dark and jagged shape that the glow moved around. Their light gave the outline of the jagged material, misshapen and dark, as everything was these days.
The object was sunken somewhat in the sand, a grave of sorts dug by the tide yet with every fresh wave the thing seemed to move then sag in the water as it pulled away threatening to wrench it back out to the depths even as the current sealed it in.
The ocean has always had its contradictions, soft and cruel, beautiful and treacherous all at once. She sought to strand this dark shape in the same moment she tried to send it back afloat. It left the item swaying back and forth - it appeared heavy.

Closer inspection will reveal driftwood.
It's light enough to grasp in your mouth and of a shape that it is not overly cumbersome, but neither is it small. It twists back upon itself three times in a non-symmetrical way and many pores and grooves give a unique texture to its earthy hide.

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