Open Finished Alone On The Beach

Nessie gave a light giggle at the girl's response and shook her head, writing down There are a few of us, but yes. She wasn't the only one of her kind. Her parents, too, were fae whose true forms were similar to hers. They were all shy creatures, and tended to avoid being seen in the human world. Now that Nessie was here, though, she wasn't quite as in danger when she took her true form, since there were monsters everywhere on this island.

What about you? Nessie wrote, holding up the notebook once again.​

Nessie listened and nodded. Those were interesting gifts. She glanced briefly out at the sea, the tide lapping around her ankles as she stood at the shore with Evelynn. It was peaceful here, it would probably be a bit more peaceful without all of the people, especially the shrieking children who were still playing nearby.

She considered for a moment and then wrote, You are close to your parents? She hadn't seen her parents in a long time, personally.​

So her mother had passed away. How sad. Though the girl didn't seem too down about it, at least it wasn't as though the woman had passed when she was at an old enough age to have memories to mourn her. It was nice that she was close to her father, at least.

When Evelynn asked about Nessie's parents, the ginger shook her head. Her parents were neither on the island nor close to her. She honestly had no idea where they were now, if they were even alive or not. She'd never been terribly close to her family, not since she was old enough to live by herself.

Nessie usually replied with "old" whenever someone asked her how old she was, but the girl had used a specific word that meant she had to give a direct answer. "Exactly". Darn. Nessie wrote out the numbers on her notebook and presented them: 103.​

Nessie shrugged off the apology. It didn't really bother her that she wasn't close to her parents at all. She was used to being alone, and now that she had Edward, things were pretty okay in her life. He was all she really needed, anyways.

She had come to expect the surprised reaction from how old she was - it was indeed an age that was not to be sneezed at. Nessie had seen over a century now, the time had passed by rather quickly. The past fifty of those years had been spent on the island, where she'd been living in contented peace.

Nessie nodded in response. Yes, she was immortal. In order to continue the conversation, she wrote, Like it here?​

Ah, so the girl had lived here her whole life. Nessie had come here for refuge around fifty years ago, but she still traveled outside of the island often for work. Her art had become rather popular, especially over in Europe, and even in the Americas now, too. She'd most recently been over to London to paint a mural. It had been a delightful trip.

Nessie nodded, she did indeed like it here. Her life was quiet and peaceful, with nothing to worry about anymore. Their conversation came to an abrupt end as Evelynn walked off. Nessie waved and watched her go before turning out to the sea and flipping to a fresh page in her notebook to begin doodling.​