The sand trails between my toes as the water rushes past my feet. Even as it attempts to reach a distant tree line, the sea falls back to its depths and swirls about, leaving my wet skin open to an incoming breeze. I don’t care how the moist grains are rough on my ankles, or how the wind brings a chill to anywhere the ocean touched. My mind is in the clouds as my butt makes an imprint in the shoreline.
I am a wanderer. Unlike the waters of Azeroth, I am not contained in one location for very long and I don’t visit the same places so frequently as to become a pattern. Still, I cannot help but think of the places I’ve created connections to; Silvermoon, Ramkahen, Halfhill … they have become regular places for me to stay for extended periods of time.
That’s why I’m here right now, on the edge of Durotar with Sen’Jin village at my back and the islands before me. The faint glow of predawn allows me to see only the shadow and silhouettes of anything in the distance, yet the birds are already awake in their morning songs. I could sit here forever and listen to the nightlife scurry away while the day creatures crawl out from sleep.
When did I last sleep?
Do I remember when I started having this insomniac lifestyle?
I bury the cigarette butt in the slowly drying sand around me just as the sun makes its first glaring ray over the horizon. Time to get on with the day, then.
(( This piece is from over two years ago. I'll be posting many of these throughout the next couple weeks as I try to gather all Kav's story into one location. ))
I was listening to this while reading and it fit perfectly with the mood in my head.. Thank you!
I am glad you have decided to post her old stories!