06-04-2012, 04:43 PM
She had gotten some sleep at last, something that wasn't tormented by the images of a certain pregnant woman and her shiny new lover. She slid away from the fire she shared with Fritz, moving away from the burning warmth as the ocean called to the slender girl. Scarred legs clothed in a simple pair of jeans pushed her closer towards the water, watching the waves caress the shore in a quiet contained manner. It calmed her. Helped her forget, even when the vessel from the past had turned to be the gypsy's greatest nightmare. Maroon eyes watched silently, wordlessly as the sun capsized behind the horizon, a mere sliver of light fortelling the coming of dark. A sigh heaved from her chest, arms crossed over her chest as her shirt fluttered softly in the breeze. Things had gotten better. Her hand was healing, and so was her heart. Hadley had done some dumb shit before. But was that her problem? No. The problem was in Ismeme's hands now. If she got left for a night under the sheets with another, it wasn't Selene's problem anymore. Never would it be again. Sel wouldn't be hurt. And that, was a huge relief.
After her moment of watching the clear, calm water, the hybrid moved back towards the camp. Her feet were steady, her head in the right place. It was going to be dark soon. As she walked slowly through the gravelly sand, Sel spotted another form. It was the jackal-hybrid, Tobias's good friend. She approached calmly, a slight smile on her lips. It didn't hurt to be friendly to any of the crew. "Percival?" Came the clear accented voice, walking over. Looking down, the coydog could see that not everything was jim-dandy for her peer. "Everything alright?" She sat herself next to him, not in any way demeaning or pushy. Her lightly bandaged hand moved closer to her core. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
After her moment of watching the clear, calm water, the hybrid moved back towards the camp. Her feet were steady, her head in the right place. It was going to be dark soon. As she walked slowly through the gravelly sand, Sel spotted another form. It was the jackal-hybrid, Tobias's good friend. She approached calmly, a slight smile on her lips. It didn't hurt to be friendly to any of the crew. "Percival?" Came the clear accented voice, walking over. Looking down, the coydog could see that not everything was jim-dandy for her peer. "Everything alright?" She sat herself next to him, not in any way demeaning or pushy. Her lightly bandaged hand moved closer to her core. "Beautiful, isn't it?"