-Mid-Morning-
The water had tasted a bit like piss to her and she had only had a few sips before giving it back to the bartender. Perhaps it was the sand....seemed to permeate and cling to her. Melodia had gotten back up and headed back to her rented room, glad the woman inside had gone. She was in no mood for sex at the moment. She needed this time as she usually did, to think...to reconsider her life as it was...to....drift to sleep.
Her eyes fluttered open and the breeze caught her, forcing her to smile. She saw the blue sky, and puffy white clouds seeming to hold still (they always did) making a picturesque scene for her. She lay in her hammock and she saw the La Noscean meadows, the grasses blowing gently in the soft breeze, cooled by the sea. She wore a simple dress and her summer hat was to the side, clasped to the tree so it didn't blow away. The birds circled above and cawed as they looked for their food. The child's happy voice caught her attention and she smiled, looking as she a small girl, with blue hair, chasing a ball she'd kicked, gleefully laughing as she enjoyed the chase.
Melodia wanted to speak but was cut off (as she always was) by the man behind her, who's hands rested on her shoulders. "She'll be fine, love."
"Tomas..." Melodia said with a smile and her eyes closed as she smiled warmly. She opened them again watching the little girl play. "Do I have much time? I'd like...like to see her.." Her voice was anxious, but soft toned, a loving one. There was no accent, no need to hide behind a fake one.
"You know there isn't. Just rest. Let her play." His tone was pleasant and welcome by her. Gods she missed him. She looked back and saw the Hyur midlander and grinned. He'd always been handsome but (every time) this time, he looked especially so.
"Tomas, I miss you." She said and reached up to rub a hand along his cheek. He smiled warmly and leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her lips. "I miss you too, love." He said with a sad smile.
She looked back and saw the little girl running with her hands in the air carefree and giggling. She smiled sadly and said, with a hint of nervousness, "Are you disappointed in my, Tomas? In what I've...done?"
Silence.
She turned, and (as always) he was gone. The birds no longer cawed for their food. She quickly turned and the little girl was gone. The ball remained but she was alone. A tear stung her eye as she knew it was time....
Her eyes snapped open and she was sweating, lying on the bed of her room in the Quicksand and she wept silently as she rolled onto her side, curling into a tight ball, whispering "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."
The water had tasted a bit like piss to her and she had only had a few sips before giving it back to the bartender. Perhaps it was the sand....seemed to permeate and cling to her. Melodia had gotten back up and headed back to her rented room, glad the woman inside had gone. She was in no mood for sex at the moment. She needed this time as she usually did, to think...to reconsider her life as it was...to....drift to sleep.
Her eyes fluttered open and the breeze caught her, forcing her to smile. She saw the blue sky, and puffy white clouds seeming to hold still (they always did) making a picturesque scene for her. She lay in her hammock and she saw the La Noscean meadows, the grasses blowing gently in the soft breeze, cooled by the sea. She wore a simple dress and her summer hat was to the side, clasped to the tree so it didn't blow away. The birds circled above and cawed as they looked for their food. The child's happy voice caught her attention and she smiled, looking as she a small girl, with blue hair, chasing a ball she'd kicked, gleefully laughing as she enjoyed the chase.
Melodia wanted to speak but was cut off (as she always was) by the man behind her, who's hands rested on her shoulders. "She'll be fine, love."
"Tomas..." Melodia said with a smile and her eyes closed as she smiled warmly. She opened them again watching the little girl play. "Do I have much time? I'd like...like to see her.." Her voice was anxious, but soft toned, a loving one. There was no accent, no need to hide behind a fake one.
"You know there isn't. Just rest. Let her play." His tone was pleasant and welcome by her. Gods she missed him. She looked back and saw the Hyur midlander and grinned. He'd always been handsome but (every time) this time, he looked especially so.
"Tomas, I miss you." She said and reached up to rub a hand along his cheek. He smiled warmly and leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her lips. "I miss you too, love." He said with a sad smile.
She looked back and saw the little girl running with her hands in the air carefree and giggling. She smiled sadly and said, with a hint of nervousness, "Are you disappointed in my, Tomas? In what I've...done?"
Silence.
She turned, and (as always) he was gone. The birds no longer cawed for their food. She quickly turned and the little girl was gone. The ball remained but she was alone. A tear stung her eye as she knew it was time....
Her eyes snapped open and she was sweating, lying on the bed of her room in the Quicksand and she wept silently as she rolled onto her side, curling into a tight ball, whispering "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."
