Post by Darkrise on Apr 21, 2017 9:24:37 GMT -6
OK so idk if completely open posts are kosher but since I thought I might try one c:
The wind whistled across the open sea, caressing the waves that rose ever higher to meet the sky. Brilliant colours painted the horizon in shades of red, orange and pink as the sun sunk lower to meet the ocean, its kiss casting rays across the water’s surface. Syidae stood upon a small outcrop of land creeping out from the harbour, the freezing breeze playing through her curly locks, each hair dancing wildly in the air. It called to her, the sea, the sheer openness and promise of new sites. The lust for adventure in the roan’s heart was as strong as ever, driving her into the unknown and yet she had never been any further than northern half of Onea. Ida longed to join one of the few Bloody Flank ships but alas her time had not yet come. Instead she had been working as a land scout, reporting on war-forged farmers and raiders in the more north-eastern areas of Onea but she hoped soon to become a scout aboard one of the vessels.
Syidae’s duties that day had been light, gifting her some time to wander along the sea just outside of camp. She liked to watch the ships return to dock, wondering what riches, merchandise and stories would accompany the crew. The slender femme took this chance as often as possible, although it was not as often as she liked, but as evening drew in the need to return to camp for duties nagged on her mind. Tearing her eyes from the red horizon where the sea had consumed the sun and the sky was awash with a beautiful gradient she pivoted on the spot facing the worn path back to the encampment. One day Syidae hoped it might be her aboard one of those ships, returning triumphant with red sails billowing victoriously in the cold wind.
Syidae’s duties that day had been light, gifting her some time to wander along the sea just outside of camp. She liked to watch the ships return to dock, wondering what riches, merchandise and stories would accompany the crew. The slender femme took this chance as often as possible, although it was not as often as she liked, but as evening drew in the need to return to camp for duties nagged on her mind. Tearing her eyes from the red horizon where the sea had consumed the sun and the sky was awash with a beautiful gradient she pivoted on the spot facing the worn path back to the encampment. One day Syidae hoped it might be her aboard one of those ships, returning triumphant with red sails billowing victoriously in the cold wind.