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[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

Who: A small Pavo
Where: The Delphinian shoreline, close to one of the smaller villages outside the capitol
When: Year 192, spring
What: The wind, the stars, the waves

[The moons are almost full tonight, rising together and casting purple shadows across the sands. The stars are bright and clear, the wind gentle enough that the waves of the incoming tide are small and barely capped with white.

The last of the fishing boats has been drawn in, the night is almost quiet . . . and small footsteps make their way down to the beach.]

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[overclocking.insanejournal.com]

[The tide retreats as soon as she rights herself.

You cannot breathe water, child. Is it...amused? Surely not.]

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

I wasn't trying to.

[Doesn't so much right herself as just shift to pull her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them.]

[overclocking.insanejournal.com]

[The water laps at her toes, gentle. Then?]

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

I was trying to hear you better.

[overclocking.insanejournal.com]

[The amusement is poorly masked, now]

It seems you can hear me just fine, child.

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It's all mixed up with the ocean sounds.

I just wanted to hear you.

[overclocking.insanejournal.com]

[It would be so regardless of where I am.]

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

Then you could come closer, couldn't you?

[overclocking.insanejournal.com]

[Silence for a moment, the waves themselves seeming to hesitate.



... It is better that I not.]

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

[And that aches, pulls at a place deep as where the moons speak to the sea.]

Would it hurt you?

[overclocking.insanejournal.com]

[Not at this time of night.]

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

Then why?

[Ignores the goosebumps along her arms, her shivers, and reaches for the water brushing her feet.]

[overclocking.insanejournal.com]

[Because no good comes from such things. Should you not be sleeping, child?]

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

Aren't I dreaming now?

[overclocking.insanejournal.com]

[The tide surges up and over her ankles, the feeling unquestionably real.

If you prefer.]

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

I don't get to choose.

[overclocking.insanejournal.com]

[Then, does it feel like a dream?]

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

. . . like something that's going to disappear. Something important.

[overclocking.insanejournal.com]

[How can it be important if you don't know what it is?]

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

It's a feeling, isn't it?

[Rests her cheek down on her knees.]

[overclocking.insanejournal.com]

[And what would you do to keep it?

It seems dubious...incredulous, even.]

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

. . . feelings aren't birds to be caged. They come unbidden, and are most precious when they stay because they choose to.

[overclocking.insanejournal.com]

[That's very poetic, for one so small.]

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

. . . you can let the water come. The moons are calling . . . it shouldn't have to stay away.

I'll go.

[overclocking.insanejournal.com]

[The water moves forward again, lapping at her feet.

You needn't sound so sad.]