Post by Courne on Feb 1, 2019 23:53:54 GMT
Courne was currently sitting out on the beach and staring out into the distance as the sun remained behind him; low in the sky to signal the blue to split into those beautiful colors you'd see when the sun went to bed and the moon woke up, or the other way around. This time, it was the former, and it was also around the time where the young adult hybrid had lost the one he'd cared about. Not knowing his father and knowing his mother died from childbirth, the island was the only thing that the half blood knew and it was the only thing keeping him from wandering endlessly in search of Elisa.
The boy refused to believe that the tribe's matriarch was still dead sometimes, but still visited her grave on the island's shore every evening to stay with her like she'd often suggested they do together. Hanging his head low as he sat in front of the stone marking the grave of the one Courne had loved, part of him wished that he had said something about the way he'd felt and there was still anger at the world for causing this to happen. The fresh breeze blowing in from the sea was something refreshing compared to the crisp air of his mountain home, and it was something that reminded the hybrid every single time he dared set foot on the sandy shore.
Staring at his hands while kneeling over the grave that had a rock carved into listing the epitaph of the former matriarch, Courne let his tears slowly begin to slide down his cheeks as the hybrid sat there alone; with only the sound of the waves slapping against the shore for company.
The boy refused to believe that the tribe's matriarch was still dead sometimes, but still visited her grave on the island's shore every evening to stay with her like she'd often suggested they do together. Hanging his head low as he sat in front of the stone marking the grave of the one Courne had loved, part of him wished that he had said something about the way he'd felt and there was still anger at the world for causing this to happen. The fresh breeze blowing in from the sea was something refreshing compared to the crisp air of his mountain home, and it was something that reminded the hybrid every single time he dared set foot on the sandy shore.
Staring at his hands while kneeling over the grave that had a rock carved into listing the epitaph of the former matriarch, Courne let his tears slowly begin to slide down his cheeks as the hybrid sat there alone; with only the sound of the waves slapping against the shore for company.
