1 Fun in the Sun?! [Open, No Kill] Wed Dec 12, 2012 9:04 pm
Marici
S-rank
Amaya hadn't been down to the shore for some time, other then when she had been training a particularly wet element. All in all it was a place she enjoyed, although it got a bit loud from time to time due to the sailors. Which, was exactly why she wasn't on the dock itself, but was nearby on the sandy beach, far enough away not to be deafened by the loud yelling and other rift raft that was going on around the ships. Also, far enough away if she got the sudden urge to brave the slightly chilled water and go for a random swim in the ocean.
She had leaned herself against a random old lamp pole about an hour ago, hands in her sweater pockets, and hadn't moved an inch the entire time, even when the wind blew her overly long white hair into her face. Her reddish gaze was just staring at the water, watching it come in and out, as if playing some constant poke game with the beach area. Or as if it wanted to come up but wasn't quit sure and kept changing its mind. Yeaaaaah, that grip on reality was beginning to slip, but hadn't managed to slip fully, yet.
She had taken to humming for about the past five minutes, a slow and some what sad sounding song. She doubted any of the sailors could hear her above their own noise, and she hadn't bothered to care about anyone else who might be close by to hear it. It was a song that had been trapped in her head, replaying itself, over and over again all day long. "Ah yes... great old boredom. Maybe something will come by to cure it.", she whispered.
She had leaned herself against a random old lamp pole about an hour ago, hands in her sweater pockets, and hadn't moved an inch the entire time, even when the wind blew her overly long white hair into her face. Her reddish gaze was just staring at the water, watching it come in and out, as if playing some constant poke game with the beach area. Or as if it wanted to come up but wasn't quit sure and kept changing its mind. Yeaaaaah, that grip on reality was beginning to slip, but hadn't managed to slip fully, yet.
She had taken to humming for about the past five minutes, a slow and some what sad sounding song. She doubted any of the sailors could hear her above their own noise, and she hadn't bothered to care about anyone else who might be close by to hear it. It was a song that had been trapped in her head, replaying itself, over and over again all day long. "Ah yes... great old boredom. Maybe something will come by to cure it.", she whispered.