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[LOVELLA FANCY JADE]

Running had never been Love's strong suite, expecially when on the wind was so much a more effective way to travel. Lovella had never seen the ocean before, well maybe at quick glance but never touched it. Now just simply happened to be the oppertune moment. Knee deep in the warm, clear liquid that was the ocean her chest heaved as she stared at the shore. Rabid rabit-squirells where not fans of her, and she was not a fan of them. The bloody vermin had a habit of gathering in packs just to chase her, and then scattering once she got away, or got the best of them. God knows why, but apparently it had something to do with nuts, or some other food source that Love was not really aware of. None the less she liked the wretched species about as much as she liked broken glass. Sighing in relief as she watched them scamper off, the girl spun around.

The sun was setting, she had not noticed how late it was. Never seeing the ocean before she had never truly seen a sunset. Here it was gorgeous. How the sun seemed to meld in with the water, and how the ocean seemed to reach up to kiss it. Gentle shades of velvet voilets and oranges and reds painted the sky. But the sky was not the area to which her eyes watched. It was the shades of white and gold that danced across the ocean's surface that made the water look as if it was imbedded with diamonds. The slow movement of the ocean made it even more stunning. Adding in the calming voices of the water and you got purity at its finest; picturesque. Stumbling foreward, up to her mid thigh, she joined the dance of color and sea. Her off-white skirt mixing with each and every shade. Her hands reached threw the water, trying to twine with the tiny lasting strands of sunlight. Trying to ensnare the sun.

She had never seen a sunset as she had here. Sighing she spun in the light, and danced in the feeling. The water cool on her skin. Oh how she had wished she had met the sea earlier! When she was younger and less, well, more. But she was lucky, here in all this color, this stillness. She felt nothing but peace. Her mind heart and soul did not clash. Here in this vanilla twilight she was freed from herself and her past. As it should be. So she glowed, not at full Spring strength, but glowed none the less.

And danced. Mid-thigh deep in the cool salty ocean and loving the feel. For somereason she wished she had been born here, in the water. If only for a day, one of the merfolk could trade places with her. Just for her to try it out. Hand up her legs for a set of fins, if only just once. Spinning. Spinning. Spinning. Like her heart within her chest. Never set on one thing and always wanting. Wanting. She had ridden the sky, and walked on land. The only thing she had never tried was within the water. To let the current take her, if only just once. Just for a try, too say she had. But sadly she did not know how.

Then she stopped almost suddenly and smiled, with her heart. With her eyes. Out here, alone. She could do so. When no one was watching, when the world was silent, there was no reminder of how alone she actually was. "I wonder which he's seeing." The problem being she did not know which Dragon she met. The one she had just met, Draco, or the one that had stolen her heart so long ago, Graeta. Either way, new or old, it seemed to fit. But mentioning either, drifting to either. Did not hurt. Not here, where only the gods, the falling sun, and the rising moon could see or here her. No judgement. Or atleast she thought. Lovella had not taken care to look.


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wordcount;; six hundred ninty-one
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song;; vanilla twilight - by - owl city
ooc;; yeah this felt way short for me. I suck at starting things though.

[AURELIAN NIKOLAI HUNTERS]

The shores of Runa. Aurelian loved these shores ever since he could remember. Actually, his first memories were being at these shores after the bloodbath. Back then, these were just rocks near the ocean, no sand and no shore. He washed off his wounds in the salty sea, a stupid mistake since the salt water is very painful to open wounds. But they healed quickly, so they aren't bad for them, just painful. He winced at the memory, still remembering the lingering pain that never disappeared from his body, mind, and soul. But these waters healed all his wounds, not just his physical ones but also his mental and emotional wounds. He doesn't mind that they might not heal completely because he knows some wounds never heal but these waters now shores will always take care of him as they have always, mending his broken mind, body, and soul and rejuvenating him to be the best that he can possibly be.

Since they were around ever since he could remember, he considers the shores as eternal, much like him. They never seem to change, like me. He thought, since it's true. He hasn't changed ever since he could remember. He looked like a child, no more like a teenager nearing his twenties even though he was several times older than that. Who knows how many times he got into trouble for looking like a child. And how many times it saved my sorry butt. He thought with a smile as he reminisced his past. His past wasn't the most pleasant of pasts, nor was it the most troubled. He believes that he's like everyone else in that respect. As if they're first memory was somebody trying to kill them. His grin widened at the thought, even though the memory wasn't very pleasant at all. In fact it was one of his worst, yet he smiles at remembering it. He sees no point moping over something that has happened, instead he makes it a point to look forward instead. To the future. That's why he decided to become a fortune teller.

Another reason why he dearly loves the shores is because they remind him that he's not alone. Sure, he's often surrounded by people and beings since it's impossible to do business alone. But they pass away, making him feel that he's always left behind. They make him feel that they don't understand him, which they really don't since some things can only come after living for so long. But being along these shores remind him that he's not alone in the world. That at least there's the shore that will accompany him from the start and end of time or the world. And maybe there are other spirits like him, who have been around since forever but he doesn't know where they are. I'll probably find them.

Wearing a simple plain white shirt and khaki traveling pants, he looked liked a child wading in the beach. He left his robes along with his books farther up the shore, so that they won't get wet, since he doesn't like traveling looking like a drowned rat. He was knee deep in the salt water, wiggling his toes so that the sand went directly into the middle of his toes. For some reason he enjoyed the ticklish feeling of sand in between this toes, he giggled like the child he seemed to be. Today, right at this moment, he was not the air spirit, nor a fortune teller, he was just plain old Aure.

While he was enjoying the wind caressing him, he heard a voice not too far away. He looked for the source. It was a woman, who was also knee deep, enjoying the sea and shores, just like him "Hello there," he said as he waved at her, trying to catch her attention.

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