Post by Shoki on Jan 26, 2016 10:05:42 GMT -8
Post Rescue thread
Afternoon
Cyan looked out at the ocean, listening to the waves hit the beach. Dawn was chasing Breaker in the air, the pair always content to be around the other. Zigbrieth was flopped down on the sand, ignoring his rider’s train of thought. He had no advice that didn’t boil down to the fact that he didn’t see how humans worked. His rider in particular. As for Cyanee herself…
She let her lips press together, twisting into a frustrated but tiny frown. She had already tried to ask for advice, from more or less the only person she could ask.
”What do you think?” Cyan looked up at her mom, who looked kindly concerned.
“If you don’t feel that way you don’t feel that way. You should know yourself best.” She gave the rider’s hair a tousle before adding, “You just do what you think you should.”
Cyan’s brows knit together, trying to think that way. It was hard. After a time she sighed and then spoke again. “How did my Mother and Father meet?”
Her mom had smiled and told the story. Then the story of herself as well. Cyan had loved to hear it, but neither story was helpful. So she was thinking this over again. At least the ocean always was relaxing.
Afternoon
Cyan looked out at the ocean, listening to the waves hit the beach. Dawn was chasing Breaker in the air, the pair always content to be around the other. Zigbrieth was flopped down on the sand, ignoring his rider’s train of thought. He had no advice that didn’t boil down to the fact that he didn’t see how humans worked. His rider in particular. As for Cyanee herself…
She let her lips press together, twisting into a frustrated but tiny frown. She had already tried to ask for advice, from more or less the only person she could ask.
”What do you think?” Cyan looked up at her mom, who looked kindly concerned.
“If you don’t feel that way you don’t feel that way. You should know yourself best.” She gave the rider’s hair a tousle before adding, “You just do what you think you should.”
Cyan’s brows knit together, trying to think that way. It was hard. After a time she sighed and then spoke again. “How did my Mother and Father meet?”
Her mom had smiled and told the story. Then the story of herself as well. Cyan had loved to hear it, but neither story was helpful. So she was thinking this over again. At least the ocean always was relaxing.
