the water of the womb [OPEN] Aug 14, 2017 7:47:45 GMT -6
Post by Vali on Aug 14, 2017 7:47:45 GMT -6
The harsh, ocean wind that buffeted the island sent a deep chill through the young male’s body, his thick winter coat still months away from appearing. This was summer in Miera, though: windy, rainy, cold. It was nothing like The Oriens, and he wondered bitterly why Aesir even bothered to keep its hold on Miera. Of course, he knew the reasons, all practical ones, but it didn’t stop him from muttering under his breath about the blighted weather.
There was something he’d missed about the island, though, and that was the sea’s constant presence. On the mainland, it was easy to lose sight and sound of the shore, but here he was surrounded on all sides by crashing waves. They made him nostalgic, taking him back to his earliest days when he would bury himself in his mother’s thick fur to stave off the cold, and lope carelessly across the island with his older sister. He thought fondly of his first outing with his brother and sister, the very first time they’d been allowed out of the den. Mother had stayed home, glad to be rid of such handfuls for a short while, he supposed. The three of them had raced across the rocks happily, and father had won, of course. A smile came to his face at the memory, so much different in retrospect. At the time, he’d been annoyed that his father hadn’t gone easy on him, but looking back it was an important lesson to learn. Both of his parents seemed fond of tough love, but his father’s seemed to stem from his bluntness more than anything.
Perhaps it was his reminiscence that had bought him back to the place where he was born, in the dens of Xiget, or perhaps he simply wanted some respite from the winds. Either way, he found himself emerging from the water into the familiar, dim cave and shaking the excess from his pelt. He trotted to a nearby stream of fresh water and greedily lapped up his fill, aware that this was the only place on the island where the water didn’t taste at least a little bit like salt.
Licking his lips, Vali turned and examined the cavern, which was much smaller than he remembered. He was fully grown now, though, and far taller and stockier than his father, though he had a way to go before he reached his mother’s height. On the island’s surface, the loud crash of waves seemed omnipresence, but here there was only dripping, and the soft gushing of the pools and tunnels of water that filled the cavern. It’s so peaceful, he mused, losing himself in his thoughts.
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