The chorus of soft waves crashing down over one another echoed all across the shoreline, the calm waters stirring with each crescendo. The seagulls joined in with their shrill voices, fading evermore quiet as they soared off into the sky. The sun's shift was near his end and the moon, ever vigilant in her duties, came up to relieve him. He slowly pulled the blue blanket over his head, casting his delightful little reflections upon it's surface. There was one lone figure upon the sandy shore, and clad in a cloak so blue that it's color would have been distinguishable even on the darkest of nights, it was obviously a woman. Her figure was covered but in no manner discreet in the cloak, and the hair that cascaded down over her shoulders was the purest black. All black, except for a single white lock at her brow on the right side. Her feet were bare as they gracefully skimmed the dry sand on the beach and her eyes, of a grayblue shade were staring pensively out over the water. She was considerably taller than most women, thouh clearly not giant. She hummed quietly to herself as she strode up to the very edge of the water, not getting her feet wet. Turning her eyes up to the sky she called out a single word. "Mother.", her eyes turning an icy gray. And then, without a warning, on silent wings, a white, snowy owl drifted down like a ghost, in front of her. She extended her left arm, and the owl came to rest upon it. For a few seconds, their eyes met and the woman's eyes went slightly wide, and then distant, as if trying to reminisce about something winderful, long forgotten. And in that simple, single passing glance, something seemed to pass. For the iron gray in her eyes flitted to a sort of pale lavender and then the owl took wing once more, soaring off over the sea. It could have been a trick of the light, but once it got close a fifty feet out, it seemed to shimmer in a faint, pale blue nimbus and disappear. The woman turned her head back to her rear and set her eyes on a figure that had not been there when she arrived.

Arthur had come upon the sea as dusk turned to dawn. He had always had a love for a Sunrise over the sea there was always something so enchanting about it something mistical and unexplainable. He sighed a little and walked towards the beach and noticed a woman but paid it no mind probably just someone else looking at the sunrise. He stopped a bit away from the waters and sighed again. This time the woman noticed him and he smiled slightly. HE didn't say a word though.


FInally after a few moments he said," Beautiful isn't it I do love the smell of slat air in the morning as the sun rises in the horizon it sometimes takes one breath away as noones ever really sure how its done". He smiled at his wit with his words but waited for the lady to reply as he continued to stare out to sea.