The sea does not reward those who aretoo anxious, too greedy, or too impatient.One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea
The gulls soon cease their infernal squawking and soar off in search of prey that doesn't bite back. Granuaile is left to listen to the breeze dancing through the long tufts of beachgrass and the gentle crash of the waves rolling over the sand. She can feel the salty water gently caressing her hind hocks and she soon finds herself falling back to sleep. That was until she heard the soft hoof beats of stranger gradually approaching her.
For a moment she remains deathly still hoping to be mistaken for dead and left in peace. The stranger asks if she is ok and for a split second she wants to bite his head off for disturbing her, just as she had done that retched bird. She opens a single charcoal grey eye and stares up at him groggily. A few seconds slowly ticks by as she analyses him. She has two options here and she is debating what move she should play. A weary smile spreads across her dark lips as she decides to play nice, she doesn't know who he is and more importantly she does know where she is.
“I'm fine,” she states in her thick foreign accent even though the statement is obviously false. “Tell me,” she starts before grunting, rolling onto her barrel and assuming a slightly more dignified posture, “where am I?” She flutters her eyelids up at him like a damsel.GRANUAILE
mare ~ 3 ~ 14.2hh ~ no rank ~ no port