08-27-2008, 01:38 AM
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The tides had turned so suddenly and dramatically that the frivolous, flitting D'Angelo girl hadn't had time to scout out the different landscape until the last day or two. Long, languid days of mirrors, wine and solitude had morphed into fish and frets, with friends (nearly family) health bubbling down a drain. Her head and hands had been almost entirely occupied with stopping up that hole, fumbling and clumsy as her attempts might have felt, it was not something she could stop trying. Unmoving loyalty was a trait that her mother had kept all to herself genetically, leaving Poe with little intent for such things, but the bond that she and Ahren had woven over time had encompassed her these past weeks.
But she found herself on the shoreline, her bounty tended and turned over into a drawstring sack to her side, seemingly ready to go without her, by the slow squirm it made. But her feet were planted in the thick grass before the stoney shore, overlooking the ragged coastline. Rain clouds loomed over the ocean, over the otherworlds beyond it, and her thoughts reached out for it. If only allowed for a minute or two, her eyes closed and face to the wind, she saw the difference in her life in this newly turned tide.
Table by Tammi!But she found herself on the shoreline, her bounty tended and turned over into a drawstring sack to her side, seemingly ready to go without her, by the slow squirm it made. But her feet were planted in the thick grass before the stoney shore, overlooking the ragged coastline. Rain clouds loomed over the ocean, over the otherworlds beyond it, and her thoughts reached out for it. If only allowed for a minute or two, her eyes closed and face to the wind, she saw the difference in her life in this newly turned tide.
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