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    Summer: the weight of it crushing and endless upon Desiderata's shoulders, threatening from just around the corner. Already the air smells like it, the heavy dryness of sunshine, of burning grass - the stagnant air, thick with ocean salt. And the heat is here too, painting her skin golden and making watery ripples on the horizon, even as the sun sinks into its western grave. Summer is her favorite, the slowness of it. The glory of the long days, the unexpected storms - she lives for it. And here it is, so close she can taste the beads of sunshine on her tongue. A drawling smile passes over her lips; those blue eyes glint gold in the waning light.

    So: the gods spilled the constellations here? Somehow made a mistake - some faulty move, some clumsy accident - their vases full of starlight and comets, now and forever upturned, and their contents floating on the ocean's surface?

    She can believe it. Desi has always been superstitious. 

    This kind of thing is new to her, and fascinating; the lower the sun dips, the more the waves light up with roiling white and blue, pulsating as the water rises and crashes. She stares at it from a few feet away, face awash in the pale cerulean light. A warmth of contentment rises in her chest.  Freckles of starlight in the water. The golden sand is turning black and blue. Many miles away the sun finishes its daily run, throwing spirals of pale pink and orange into the darkening sky. She can't think of anything so beautiful - night falling, draping itself across her shoulders, and this miracle of nature right in front of her. There are a lot of things she finds beautiful. People, mostly, and their bones and the things they say, but in such a different way than this. Those are things so much more complicated and frustrating than simply watching this moonlight miracle, drinking in the ocean air, the earth rumbling, as it always does, under her feet. 

    Desiderata retreats eventually, soaked up to the knees and flecked with sand. There is  no more time to waste here. Shaking out a river of strawberry curls, she turns and sloughs through the sand, to where it flattens into jungle for many miles beyond. The scent of the ocean will cling for hours. For a girl her size, she moves with confidence, with lioness steps, eating up the ground with high tide rolling up behind her. With it comes the familiar pang of loneliness, especially as she draws closer to the treeline, the beach still empty all around her. 

    Though the serene smile remains on her lips, Desiderata's emotions are bubbling up again through the walls she has blocked them with. Dammit, she thinks. The bruising in her heart cannot heal fast enough.

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JENGA

we'll all come crashing down

It had been some time since the bulky beast had held such childlike wonder for the land. His nomad travels had lead him to this strange realm of almost mystical locations and for once in his life he was quite content to thoroughly explore and revisit lands. This one had yet to fulfill his desires yet, the sand pale under his hooves and the rolling waves singing the same song as any shore. A dissatisfied snort fell from his nares as his slow amble ceased, his near singular gaze being cast down the long stretch of sand before him. Whilst the sun burned in the sky this land seemed like any other, only slightly ore painful to the light sensitive eye.

With his foggy optic starting to grow sore from the assaulting bright light from the far fire circle reflecting from the sand, the beast decided it was time to retire his search of ghosties and ghouls. He turned and slowly made his way to a collection of high sand dunes that provided shelter from the burning rays. With each step the soft sands sucked at his daggers, attempting to pull the beast into their depths, releasing him reluctantly as he pulled forth. The cool shadows accepted him like a lover, running its fingers over his smudged coat and chasing away the burn.

His skull lowered for his lips to pick at the tough shore vegetation that hid away in the dunes, his palate only able to take so much salty leaves before the beast gave up on browsing and lowered himself to the soft earth below, letting his tense muscles relax with an undignified groan. He was uncertain where the fire circle had been in the dome when Jenga drifted into a restful sleep but by the time his optics flickered open the shadows had turned from a cool retreat to a frozen valley. Closing his optics the stallion kicked his daggers off the earth, indulging himself in a few full body rolls to wake up his muscles before pushing himself upright. His knotted mane whipped around his nape as the beast shook the excess sand from his body, settling back into place as his jaws stretched with a yawn.

He could tell the fire orb was almost fully hidden by the bite of the salty wind that whistled through the dunes though he didn't expect to see the earth glowing subtly below his hooves, which were quickly being kissed by the creeping tide. His gaze moved to his pillars, which were dimly glowing due to the residue that had seeped onto his coat during his rest and wake up rolling. He gave a snort of surprise, his tail raising high as he trotted to the top of a dry dune, the sand cascading away from his glowing hooves. At the top of the dune he gazed down into the glowing waters, spying his patchy partially glowing frame. A grin came to the beasts lips as he kicked up his hooves, leaping down the other side of the dune and almost into the retreating form of a fae.

He managed to sit back upon his hocks, sliding to a stop mere inches from the other.

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    With one foot stretched into the jungle, something shifts, the air crackling, and Desi pauses with a predatory stillness. Slowly, quietly, she moves back. Overhead a storm is brewing, the sky full to bursting with charcoal clouds; beyond the ominous rumble of thunder she can hear footsteps, sand shifting, a gentle burbling of water being moved. Blue eyes squinting through the first minutes of night, Desi leans forward, searching the coast for a body. She finds shadows, some moving, some not, backlit by flashes of lightning from many miles away.

        To go or not to go? Her curiosity is running rampant, wondering who would show up just in time for a storm like this - but it is coupled by fear, thoughts of a murderer, a thief, a boy with eyes that she will love instantly. She withdraws further into the grassland, steps quick and nervous, finding shelter under a low-hanging tree. The water is glowing brighter than ever as it laps its way up the beach. She shifts again and again, nerves tingling and eyes flashing back and forth, finding nothing but the familiar coastline. The dunes are too high, the light too dim. A mixture of foreboding and interest whirls in her chest, punctuated with claps of thunder and the bright white light that flashes here and there above her head.

        Finally, she moves forward. Desiderata is one for bravery. The sand churning with rain, she sloughs through it with military focus, a cold wind howling through the trees fresh off the sea. Head tilted proudly, she explores the beach, senses heightened. Is it a ghost? A figment of her imagination? No, of course not. She's not that crazy. 

            For many minutes she stands in the wild breeze, nothing but the sound of the storm retreating and regular beach background noise, strawberry curls whipping around her face in a frenzy. Nothing nothing nothing. There's nothing, she promises herself. And with that Desi starts forward, shaking her head in disappointment.

        She barely gets a stride forward when something explodes into form in front of her, a hulking black shape of muscle and sinew, pulling the scream right out of her throat. Eyes white with fear, watching the silhouette slide to a stop, she scrambles back, head thrown into the air and every muscle tensed. She forces one shaky word through her teeth, ears pinned. Hello.

    

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JENGA

we'll all come crashing down

With adrenaline seeping through his frame from his coltish energy burst and near collision, the faes scream of surprised fear managed to cause the stallion to startle momentarily. It probably should have been an expected reaction to almost being steam rolled though this was one moment Jenga hadn't intended to scare his kin, otherwise her reaction would have had him rolling on the sand in stitches of laughter. The beast quickly righted himself, gaze doing a preliminary scan of his new companion before her shaken word broke the stillness between rolls of thunder. From her white eyed appearance the beast must have done a magnificent job scaring this fae out of her wits, or had something already put her on edge?

His duo toned tangles jolted as the beast drew his maw to his chest, bobbing his head slightly in a mocking yet playful motion as he made light of her fear. "My, my, dear. It looks like you've seen a ghoul" His teeth flashed as he grinned in amusement at his words. Maybe the fae did think he was some sort of ghost or demon, awakened by the calls of the fast coming storm or was the land angered due to his daggers upon its flesh? Oh what a glorious thing it would be to have the power to make even the spirits of the earth tremble at your presence.

A sense of playful pride hit the beast, his attention wavering to the thrashing treetops as his skull lifted. A bright flash lit the earth as the sky split, Jenga's eyes widening at the show of explosive power. Were the spirits challenging him? If so then why didn't they show themselves? They hid like scared field mice at the first shadow of a hawk. A rough, aggressive snort flared his nares, his body tensing as he mentally issued his challenge to the hiding specters.

He had all but forgotten the others presence until the wildly moving winds shifted direction, bringing her scent to him. Snapping out of his moment his body softened and his curiosity returned to his companion. "Who would be exploring a place like this whilst the gods express such anger?"

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