They loved on the coast. The ocean was not just an integral part of their everyday lives, but Worlds herself held an intimate bound with the water. There were dangers beneath the waves, but the ocean itself held its own perils. The tides, though predictable in nature, could turn unexpectedly. Under tows could snatch the unsuspecting and drag them out to sea. Waves could be deceptive and punishing. Instinct would not protect their children from all these dangers.
They would have to be taught, and the sooner the better. Firstly though, they needed to know how to swim comfortably, strongly. She and Bay were both very serious about this.
So on the first calm day the family found themselves on a sunny patch of sand near a bit of coastline that was sheltered from the rougher surf by a length of sandbar. It was early yet, the babes still sleepy. Worlds lay patiently in the sand, one ear trained on the soft lapping waves, as she waited for her children, and her paramore, to wake up a little more before heading into the water.
lilacfishie wrote:I'll add my kids in on my next post
appeal wrote:
Drop in the Ocean was still but awake. His eyes were trained on the shore with a dangerous fascination. His dreams called to him and his little legs began to carry himself toward the shore. It was so close, so close he could touch it. He wanted to be a part of it and the child couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams as he wiped the sleep from his eyes like sand and dragged his feet loudly through the sand.
Another loud yawn sounded from the tangle of long tails and and long hair still in the den, and Deep lifted his head reluctantly. He'd been laying tucked up against Drop's side, but shifted in the sand as he heard his mother calling for his brothers, stretching before pushing himself up to stand, but only so he could more easily lean against his father's lanky side.
