seagulls and seashells

Theodoric Martin · 12-10-2010, 05:15 AM

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set in the beast's grin peninsula

Randomly, there came a day when Theodoric awoke with the desire to see the sea again. So instead of rekindling last night’s fire, he ate a cold and hurried breakfast. Finished, Theodoric asked his owl if she’d like to accompany him (she didn’t), threw a cloak over his shoulders, and headed out the door. Outside his hut in the AniWayan village, the day was overcast and chilly; not ideal weather for a trip to the beach. All the Gatlvska really wanted was to feel the sea-salt wind and watch the rolling waves for a while, so other than the chill, the weather didn’t bother him. After all, in the port city he had grown up in, chilly, rainy days were not uncommon.

Theodoric headed north out of the packlands, adopting a loose, loping walk that was a comfortable traveling gait. The damp landscape of the AniWayan territories was still lovely at this time of the year, but with the ocean in mind, he didn’t pause to admire it. After an hour or so of steady walking, he began to recognize the distinctive landscape of the beast’s grin peninsula. Slowing slightly to prevent a twisted ankle, Theodoric carefully made his way to the waterside. He stood just out of reach of the lapping waves, smiling now and then when a gust of salty air blew in off of the ocean and tussled his nut-brown hair. A pair of seagulls shrieked at him for disturbing their foraging, their cries muted by the rush of wind and wave. Curious now, Theodoric found a nearby tidal pool and crouched down to inspect its contents.

Skye Collins · 12-29-2010, 01:34 PM

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Skye was getting used to the cold that threatened to nip her fingers, ears, and nose, and had dressed appropriately - a loose but long sleeved shirt accompanied by longer pants helped set the warmth for Skye's endeavor out to the sea. She couldn't believe that for all the time she'd been settled in Cercatori d'Arte, she hadn't been to see the sea yet. She supposed it was only a matter of time when she did, and when she did, she almost gasped out loud.

Beautiful. It was beautiful.

Words failed Skye then as she looked out into the vast blueness that was the ocean, saw the waves crashing against the shore, saw the white foam churning in the deep water. Gulls and pelicans circled overhead, crying out with their bland and loud voices as they sang out to the ocean. The ocean seemed to glitter and shine as it twisted and turned in the tides, and it looked like it was struggling to free itself of the bowl that held it, lapping greedily at the sandy shore and the rocky peaks.

She'd read about the ocean, but she'd never really seen it before, and now she did. So she stood looking at it for a long time, and didn't even notice that she was in the company of another.

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Theodoric Martin · 01-09-2011, 06:29 PM

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The tidal pool was a veritable kaleidoscope of life. Small fish circled the rim of the pool anxious to be contained in the small, shallow space. A half-dozen varieties of barnacles and clams added color and texture to the stone, and small crustaceans hid in their shadows. Theodoric sat motionless, watching small dramas in the pool unfold. One small fish stalked another, only to be eaten by a large crab in turn. There were things in the tidal pool that he could have caught and taken home for dinner, but the Gatlvska didn’t want to risk the water’s chill. He felt much like a boy again, idly watching dung beetles on his cousin’s farm.

When his legs began to cramp from his crouching position, Theodoric stood to take in the rest of the setting. The cry of the seagulls and the hungry lapping of the waves were much as he remembered. Standing on the shore was not quite the same as being adrift at sea, but the wind and the smells were much the same. In summer, he would have to return to try his luck fishing. For now, he realized he was no longer alone. The figure of a young woman appeared, warmly dressed against the day’s drab chill. Since she seemed captivated by the water world around her, he called out, “Careful, miss. It’s easy to turn an ankle out here.” The water had scored and pocketed the stone, and tidal pools like the one he had been watching were not the only pitfalls to be found.

Skye Collins · 01-20-2011, 07:46 PM

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sorry for the delay! and short post... wc: 143

Skye turned as someone called out, warning her against tripping on tidepools. And what do you know - just as he said the words, Skye shifted her feet and tripped on one of the holes. "Eep!" she cried, throwing out her hands to prevent herself from getting a squashed nose. She fell in the sand, her palms getting sandy and her clothes getting sandier. Grumbling, she stood and dusted herself off. Her foot stung a little - it had fallen on some spiky thing in the tidal pool - but otherwise she was okay.

She glanced up at the man who had given her the warning and felt a bit foolish - he had warned her and she had done just the thing he warned against. "Uh...thanks," she said a little belatedly. She then gave him a grin, hoping he wouldn't think she was weird.

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