red roan sabino . badger face . fifteen and three . eight years . array x ephah
She had become lost.
So quietly, the islands rose up from the sea, and in the dead of night she had become a little red stain on the edge of shore. Anchored into the sand, white on acrid grey. She had returned.
It had been easy. Easier to disappear into the waves, and easier still to return back to the place where she had been born, rising up from her mother’s loin slick and red, like a wound born to a grey, black, monster.
There was love lost here, and the absence of her home left a gaping hole in her heart. She had wept, wide eyed and sniffly nosed, she had wept for the loss of her father, for the loss of her mother, yet she did not feel anger or sadness. It had been part of the mourning process, for her to manage her emotions and rise from the ashes.
A part of her was happier now, she thinks.
The snow blazes bright white under a cloudless night sky. Even the water dares not to scream into the darkness, leaving Asra, with her red and white glory, to stand alone, ankle-deep in the salty seawater sand. With her back to the trees, and her amber eyes staring hard across the black expanse of the ocean, she looks as a vision.
A ghost that had returned to a very haunted house.
Somewhere, beyond the sand and the water, was his body. Broken and twisted against the shoals, now bones pecked dry by the seagulls and the guppies.
the windswept daughter of the cove