It had grown late. The sun had set many hours ago and stars now littered a black velvet sky. The moon had risen showing her pale face to the world, casting her gentle light on the world and illuminating the water in a rather eerie way. The smell of salt filled the air, and the sound of the waves lapping against the shore provided a soothing melody to break the silence. The white sand was cool to the touch, but not cold. It was peaceful out here, soothing even. A good place to be for those who simply wanted to think.
Thomasin sighed as she sat in front of the fire she had made. She had spent some time collecting stones and driftwood to make herself a simple fire pit, using the stones to make a ring in the sand and pilling the wood nearby to keep the fire going. She had used her fire breath to start the fire with ease, though for nearly twenty minutes after she had hiccuped sparks. Luckily no one had been present to see them.
She pulled her knees to her chest as she watched the flames burning in front of her. Her gaze had not left the orange flames for some time now, and she had become lost in thought. A week ago she had been in Paris, living her life, running her business, and being herself. Somewhere along the lines all of that had been messed up. She had been spotted as the scouts had explained. The concept of the veil was at risk of being breached by her existence. Even now she didn't fully understand what that meant. She had been there for 13 years, how was she a threat to anything that some abnormal people on some island had. Up until then, she had no idea that others like her even existed. She wasn't a threat.
Despite her protests, they had insisted and even when she tried to flee, they had forced her. Now she was a prisoner here. She wasn't able to fly far enough to get back to her home, nor did she believe that she would be allowed to leave without a great deal of resistance. For now, she was stuck here, and that meant she would be forced to make the best of this situation, whether she liked it or not.
She sat a while longer in silence. Every so often her gaze would slip from the fire to stare longingly at the ocean. She was frustrated and saddened. Most of all though, she was lonely. Back home she had managed to make a few friends. People who had known her, and even allowed herself to care for. She wondered now if they even knew if she was gone. Had one of them been the one to report her? Maybe they had never been her friend, to begin with. She wondered now, how she could even consider starting over. What would she do? Even the apartment she had been given felt like a cage to her.
Another sigh slipped free from her lips as she returned her gaze to the fire.
Thomasin sighed as she sat in front of the fire she had made. She had spent some time collecting stones and driftwood to make herself a simple fire pit, using the stones to make a ring in the sand and pilling the wood nearby to keep the fire going. She had used her fire breath to start the fire with ease, though for nearly twenty minutes after she had hiccuped sparks. Luckily no one had been present to see them.
She pulled her knees to her chest as she watched the flames burning in front of her. Her gaze had not left the orange flames for some time now, and she had become lost in thought. A week ago she had been in Paris, living her life, running her business, and being herself. Somewhere along the lines all of that had been messed up. She had been spotted as the scouts had explained. The concept of the veil was at risk of being breached by her existence. Even now she didn't fully understand what that meant. She had been there for 13 years, how was she a threat to anything that some abnormal people on some island had. Up until then, she had no idea that others like her even existed. She wasn't a threat.
Despite her protests, they had insisted and even when she tried to flee, they had forced her. Now she was a prisoner here. She wasn't able to fly far enough to get back to her home, nor did she believe that she would be allowed to leave without a great deal of resistance. For now, she was stuck here, and that meant she would be forced to make the best of this situation, whether she liked it or not.
She sat a while longer in silence. Every so often her gaze would slip from the fire to stare longingly at the ocean. She was frustrated and saddened. Most of all though, she was lonely. Back home she had managed to make a few friends. People who had known her, and even allowed herself to care for. She wondered now if they even knew if she was gone. Had one of them been the one to report her? Maybe they had never been her friend, to begin with. She wondered now, how she could even consider starting over. What would she do? Even the apartment she had been given felt like a cage to her.
Another sigh slipped free from her lips as she returned her gaze to the fire.
