The sun was casting its pale, morning light against the ocean waves.
Bela hardly ever went out this early, but today she had woken up to the faintest, most beautiful song coming from outside her bedroom window. The salty breeze had blown past her curtains and in through her balcony, beckoning the young woman to follow.
The song had ceased, but she was determined to find its origins. Perhaps this was a dream. Perhaps she was being lead to a greater destiny. Seagulls flew overhead, and one dropped down to perch atop a rock jutting from the sand. That was when Bela saw her.
A woman with bright, fierce red hair, laying in the sand. She was wrapped in a dirty, brown canvas, her legs barely covered. Bela ran forward, kneeling down beside the woman. She looked as though she had just washed up from the sea. What on Earth was she doing out there?
The woman's eyes were closed and Bela leaned close to see if she could hear her breathing. Nothing. She placed a hand against her chest but was unsure if she could feel a heartbeat. For fear that this woman was dead or close to it, Bela glanced up towards the palace. No one was out at this time of morning and she was certain she couldn't carry her alone.
Looking back at the woman by her knees, the princess inhaled deeply and cupped her hands around her face. She pressed their mouths together and breathed out, gently tipping the woman's neck up.
Bela breathed three more times, each time pulling up to check for any sign of revival. The last time she brought her lips down; however, she was flooded with mouthful of salt water. She jumped back quickly, eyes wide.
"You're alive!" she exclaimed, giving the woman some space as she coughed up more water.
The red-haired woman leaned up on her elbows, holding the canvas close to her body.
"Where did you come from?" Bela asked, patiently waiting for the other to respond.
Opening her mouth, the woman tried to speak but nothing came out. Lifting a weary hand to her throat, she rubbed carefully, attempting to form words again. Nothing. She looked helplessly up at the princess.
"It's alright. I'll help you."
Nodding, Bela wrapped her hands around the woman's shoulders, helping pull her upright and on her feet.
Maybe another day she would find the beautiful voice from her dreams.
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FILL: Graphic & Fic, Out At Sea (Team Ash/Jo)
Date: 2012-12-16 11:33 pm (UTC)The sun was casting its pale, morning light against the ocean waves.
Bela hardly ever went out this early, but today she had woken up to the faintest, most beautiful song coming from outside her bedroom window. The salty breeze had blown past her curtains and in through her balcony, beckoning the young woman to follow.
The song had ceased, but she was determined to find its origins. Perhaps this was a dream. Perhaps she was being lead to a greater destiny. Seagulls flew overhead, and one dropped down to perch atop a rock jutting from the sand. That was when Bela saw her.
A woman with bright, fierce red hair, laying in the sand. She was wrapped in a dirty, brown canvas, her legs barely covered. Bela ran forward, kneeling down beside the woman. She looked as though she had just washed up from the sea. What on Earth was she doing out there?
The woman's eyes were closed and Bela leaned close to see if she could hear her breathing. Nothing. She placed a hand against her chest but was unsure if she could feel a heartbeat. For fear that this woman was dead or close to it, Bela glanced up towards the palace. No one was out at this time of morning and she was certain she couldn't carry her alone.
Looking back at the woman by her knees, the princess inhaled deeply and cupped her hands around her face. She pressed their mouths together and breathed out, gently tipping the woman's neck up.
Bela breathed three more times, each time pulling up to check for any sign of revival. The last time she brought her lips down; however, she was flooded with mouthful of salt water. She jumped back quickly, eyes wide.
"You're alive!" she exclaimed, giving the woman some space as she coughed up more water.
The red-haired woman leaned up on her elbows, holding the canvas close to her body.
"Where did you come from?" Bela asked, patiently waiting for the other to respond.
Opening her mouth, the woman tried to speak but nothing came out. Lifting a weary hand to her throat, she rubbed carefully, attempting to form words again. Nothing. She looked helplessly up at the princess.
"It's alright. I'll help you."
Nodding, Bela wrapped her hands around the woman's shoulders, helping pull her upright and on her feet.
Maybe another day she would find the beautiful voice from her dreams.