03-30-2021, 05:17 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-30-2021, 05:52 PM by Dirge. Edited 1 time in total.)
again, no need to match length
Another day or so beyond the cove, sea salt began to reach his nose.
The coast always held a particular interest to Dirge, who in spite of his own intellect could not quite fathom how the world could hold a body of water so large. How such waters could be so salty and so deep, unfathomable in their reach. And though he had begun to tire in his travel, the sea salt in the air gave him stamina to power on.
Out here, the foothills had given way to much more even terrain and the forests had begun to taper considerably. Gone was the cover of the forest, soon replaced by waves of seaside grass; gone was the hard pack of soil that turned to sand and clay. He moved through it with ease that truly betrayed how difficult it actually was—he could not recall when he had gone ranging so far from home, be it the past or present.
It had been too long, he realized, when the roar of the sea reached his ears.
Soon after, atop a rise, he took in the sight.
Stormy waters to accompany a clotting, cloudy sky; the waves broke on the shore in a misty haze of their own doing. He ventured forth, guided and drawn towards it but not quite to the point of wetting his toes along the gentle sweep of soft sands far older than he would ever be. Sandpipers scurried ahead of him as fast as they could go, but he did not notice them.
Instead his gaze was drawn to calmer waters: a lagoon. Beyond it, a natural seawall of stones he could not identify. It was there that the waves crashed hardest, the strength of the ocean at full pitch and ushered in by an eastern wind of warmth. Another sight to behold and one he came to linger at as his nose worked the scent of the coast.
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