Oriana's hair flew to the side, the strong salty air brushing it backwards. Her eyes stared ahead as her feet stepped on the sand that was soft and soothing.
The waves crashed against each other, the soft sound bringing warmth to her body, the therapeutic feeling like something she had never seen and felt before at all.
The starry night skies seemed to reflect on the oceans, making it so ethereal and surreal in the most unimaginable way—perfect.
The ship was not far away. It was huge. They were taking the luggage inside before the departure. Behind her, Zaroth's eyes remained on hers. The way she was opening her mouth and closing it made her look like a fish thrown on land. She looked like she had not seen anything like this.
Oriana had, but that was when she was little, and she had feared this place and never thought of visiting again. But now it felt like she would simply run her hands through the water, though she knew that was dangerous too.
