A Day to Remember Mar 1, 2009 9:57:39 GMT -5
Post by Spiffy .th ! on Mar 1, 2009 9:57:39 GMT -5
The waters of the ocean lapped gently at the rock, occasionally splashing up onto the feet of the boy who stood upon the rock, gazing into the depths of the water. A brisk sea breeze was blowing his fringe across his eyes, but for once he didn't care.
He was alone. Not for the first time in his life, but this was different. He had not been without a mother before, the realisation that he now had no-one had finally hit home that morning, at her funeral. All he had now were the dolphins.
One was sitting in the water before him now, gazing somewhat understandingly at the young man. She knew what had happened, he had told her, as he told her everything. Only the week before he had been spilling his heart out to her at the arrogance of human girlfriends, and that she had laughed at, or at least the dolphin equivalent of a laugh. But she knew now that he needed something different.
Come swim, Kev. Waters warm. You feel better then? she asked, hopefully.
The lad afforded a smile, and looked to the dolphin, waiting expectantly, and resented. He knew she knew what he needed, something to take his mind off his mother. Shrugging off his trousers he dived into the deep water, coming up a hundred yards out to find the dolphin nest to him, and grabbed her fin as she pulled him further out.
After an hours playing with the rest of the pod the pair returned to the rocky jetty where Kev had left his trousers. Coming out of the water he soon dried off in the full heat of the midday sun, but before dressing he bent to retrieve something from his trouser pocket. Going back to the waters edge, he found a piece of driftwood and ties the object, a necklace that had belonged to his mother, to it. He bent, kissed the necklace, the gently placed it on the water, giving it a push. Goodbye, he whispered.
Turning, he went back to his trousers and pulled them on, set off back toward the main hold. He felt a lot better now, not just because of the swim, but more because of his final farewell to his mother. She had always loved the sea, much like his father had, as he did, and he felt that she would much have preferred being there than buried deep in the ground. But such was life, and he had done the best he could under the circumstances.
The streets were all but deserted. Most were sensible and inside in the cool at this high time of day, or many were away from land and out fishing, the small holds main craft. Even the main square in the centre there were only a few people besides himself, and he walked calmly through it to the other side, entering the street that led to his home. House, he corrected himself. It no-longer felt like a home to him, not after everything that had happened there.
(ooc: Anyone with a Search dragon pair feel welcome to drop in on him please ;] )