Sight...
sightless since birth...
her senses see for her, the Moon Touched One...
Sound...
cacophony without end...
waves moving forever as the ship groans around her...
Scent...
the salted tears of the sea...
on the breeze that lifts the veil her uncle pressed his cheek to...
Taste...
her uncle's love baked for her journey...
swallowing the last bite of the last cookie down...
Touch...
only crumbs left like pebbles in her pocket...
silk lineage covering her completely, suffocates to her fingertips...
violent vibrations at the end of the sea muted by thousands of drumming heartbeats beyond...
Overwhelming...
then the wind shifts and everywhere
the smell
the taste
the touch
of the sand.
It is just a dream,
a memory of the beginning,
of a nightmare that she still wakes from.
Anguish bleeding into reality...
He tries to comfort her...
tries to respect her wishes...
begging to be allowed to stay...
But he can't allay her fear and pain
when the smell of sand is everywhere.
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Impressions from Across the Sea and Sand : BESSA & ELSKA by Rachelle Mills
RandomScribbles humbly offered by Mama Magie @PenumbraMINE Impressions from Across the Sea : BESSA and Borson BESSA will always be capitalized as She, Her, Hers. Borson will always be capitalized as He, Him, His. together -They, Their. other will be pres...
