Natasha sat on a wooden bench on the pier and quietly gazed out across the bay. It reminded her, in a way of Cardiff, she couldn't say why though. Maybe it was the feeling of her surroundings, the familiarity of it all, of the ocean waves hitting the rocks below and the smell of the wet ocean breeze moving in off the water. Whatever it was, it comforted her. It made her feel like she had done the right thing by moving from England to Manta Carlos even though she didn't know a soul on this mysteriously wonderful island. Never in her almost 250 years had she ever dreamt such a place actually existed.
Closing her light blue, almost grey eyes for a moment, Natasha felt the ocean wind suddenly gust strongly, blowing her long grey tresses across her face, smiling at this, she instinctively moved her hand up to remove her hair from her eyes before she opened them again. When she did, she began to notice others on the boardwalk, and couldn't help but wonder what they were feeling, if they were happy, sad, or just enjoying themselves. She really couldn't tell and it was a strange, but nice, feeling, she had decided to try a potion that muted her empathy and the "not feeling others emotions" was disconcerting as well as oddly relaxing.
Hearing a gull over head, Natasha looked up at the large sea bird, smiled, and cawed back at the animal, not exactly sure what she was expecting the animal hovering over her to do - heck, for all she knew, it might actually answer her back! Shivering a bit, Natasha pulled her dark blood red, almost black cape tighter around her shoulders, she was glad she had opted for a comfortable pair of jeans, a fitted grey cashmere sweater and her biker boots. It was almost summer, but not quite yet.
Closing her light blue, almost grey eyes for a moment, Natasha felt the ocean wind suddenly gust strongly, blowing her long grey tresses across her face, smiling at this, she instinctively moved her hand up to remove her hair from her eyes before she opened them again. When she did, she began to notice others on the boardwalk, and couldn't help but wonder what they were feeling, if they were happy, sad, or just enjoying themselves. She really couldn't tell and it was a strange, but nice, feeling, she had decided to try a potion that muted her empathy and the "not feeling others emotions" was disconcerting as well as oddly relaxing.
Hearing a gull over head, Natasha looked up at the large sea bird, smiled, and cawed back at the animal, not exactly sure what she was expecting the animal hovering over her to do - heck, for all she knew, it might actually answer her back! Shivering a bit, Natasha pulled her dark blood red, almost black cape tighter around her shoulders, she was glad she had opted for a comfortable pair of jeans, a fitted grey cashmere sweater and her biker boots. It was almost summer, but not quite yet.