08-29-2011, 02:32 PM
Arye Cybelle loved the ocean. It was teeming with life, and had brought such wonderful gifts to her own life. When she had first arrived in Nova Scotia, she had found Pripyat along the seaside. Their friendship was enchanting, and it seemed that it was on the verge of blooming into something more. She didn't know how to describe it, but the path that they were carefully taking didn't scare her. At times she was more excited than she could explain to see him, holding her breath, but she was never afraid to move closer to a life that meant being closer to him.
With this on her mind, the cream colored chen-tao found herself wandering the seaside. Her honey colored eyes rested upon a monolithic building, the kind that she recognized seeing before. Back in Phoenix Valley, Pripyat Soul had shown her his first home, where he had lived with his mother. It was obvious that the lighthouse there had been something very special to him, being the first home in living memory. Arye couldn't remember her first home, and had yet to claim a place that exclusively belonged to her. For now, home was wherever she and Pripyat decided to rest their heads, and that changed often.
She encountered another, one she had never met before, walking the shoreline. The chen-tao recognized the scent of Ichika on her at this point, and realized that this must be a new initiate. "Hello," the yearling's clear voice rang out in welcome. "What is your task?"
With this on her mind, the cream colored chen-tao found herself wandering the seaside. Her honey colored eyes rested upon a monolithic building, the kind that she recognized seeing before. Back in Phoenix Valley, Pripyat Soul had shown her his first home, where he had lived with his mother. It was obvious that the lighthouse there had been something very special to him, being the first home in living memory. Arye couldn't remember her first home, and had yet to claim a place that exclusively belonged to her. For now, home was wherever she and Pripyat decided to rest their heads, and that changed often.
She encountered another, one she had never met before, walking the shoreline. The chen-tao recognized the scent of Ichika on her at this point, and realized that this must be a new initiate. "Hello," the yearling's clear voice rang out in welcome. "What is your task?"