Ultima
 The girl had been left to wandering as her only devices for distraction, and, entirely weary of that horrible forest within moments of realizing it was where she was fated to be, now, she had set out in search of its end and exit no sooner than she could. Choosing south, but not sure why (or knowing that it was south at all), she wound through the squelching woodland and slimy trees and terrible smoke until, at last, the sound of the sea met her ears. It was familiar, that song, and though it was distant and the drone of the rain tried to swallow it, and the crash of its waves was wild and fierce, the tempo of that melody called to her soul in such a way that no words ever could. Her step grows swifter, her utterly soaked cloak and river of pale, rippling mane clinging to her sides despite her speed, and with her eyes wide with a hope she does not truly comprehend, she almost flees to the comfort of the shoreline. What she finds is indeed the ocean; endless and reaching, its horizon blotted by an island that seemed near enough to swim to, if she were not such a coward, and a dark shadow that suggested, perhaps, a reef, or something else beneath the churning surface of the water. What else marred the otherwise perfect line of the horizon reaching out forever was a cave, which seemed very oddly placed, and familiar… Struck with the memory of the Moon’s glass tunnel, her heart plummets into her belly, and she stops, the wind wrapping its cold, emotionless embrace about her. The Goddess is not here, she reminds herself, the breeze blustering all the more stiffly for a moment as if to affirm it. Yet, something about the cave makes Maude feel as if the Moon does exist, somehow, in this place, and, true or not, she clings to this tiny, desperate hope as she drinks in the sound of the sea, and wonders what is within that alluring cavern. [ OOC: Table gone rogue, tag removed ;D ] With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving one be me. |
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