Pasts Not Wholly Remembered || Endless Nov 14, 2016 23:08:23 GMT -7
Post by Tehodis Kitai on Nov 14, 2016 23:08:23 GMT -7
8:30pm on the 6th of The Path of Many Forks, 5148
The Flowered Beaches of Nowra
| Tehodis didn't know where she was.|
Tehodis didn't know who she was.
Well, she knew the name "Tehodis", and believed it belonged to her. Otherwise, she wasn't sure. She had woken up on the beach a few hours ago, and had not known where to go, so she simply sat in the sand and watched as the sun fell. It entranced her, hypnotised her, she did not know how it worked, but she did not need to. It continued to set without her understanding - and that inspired her in some way.
As the sun is just nearly gone, she stands up. Her legs - that's what they are, she thinks she remembers - and she walks. Sort of. It isn't a feeling she thinks she remembers, so it feels foreign, but she does it anyways. She can't help but let out a small giggle as the sand touches her toes, and she revels in the distraction it offer from the pain in her head.
The pain in her head. There's a flash and she's on her knees. She sees bright lights, and a tree, and the face of some unfamiliar mortal-like shape looking down on her from above. It moves a blue mask from it's mouth, and it smiles with white teeth. "Good morning Blue," It says to her, and then in a flash it's dark on the beach and she's standing again, smelling the flowers.
The flowers smell intoxicating. They help her remember things. She sees a face that her mind wants to call father and she smiles. He holds a bouquet of wildflowers and hands them to her. He's taller than her. If she was a child he would be a man, but she's not a child, she's an adult - and yet he still towers. She takes the flowers. She thanks him. She smells them and she remembers something. Tehodis Kitai. Her name. She likes the name, and she decides to keep it. She steps towards the man-- and crashes into someone else.
She's on the ground, in the sand. The fall didn't hurt, not at all. She looks up to see what she hit, and sees a boy. Younger than her. With eyes that catch the moonlight and glow. The eyes remind her of the sun which didn't need her to understand, and the sand which moved freely no matter how many times she tried to grasp it... She smiles. "Don't worry about it," She says, taking his hand to pull herself back up, "The sand here is soft with flower petals - it's probably the safest place to knock a girl off her feet." Her laugh is light, quiet, and her voice sounds like it hasn't spoken in months. "I'm Tehodis."