The chest began to swell... It filled the entire space... And She, not understanding anything herself, found herself on an island.... Gentle azure waves lapped against the sunny sand... The sun shone brightly, but gently, there was no heat... only a moist, fresh breeze gently played with your hair...
The sea playfully caressed your feet and beckoned you... into the boundless distance along a sunlit path... An overripe coconut, unable to contain its admiration, fell to the ground onto a stone next to your hand... and one of its juicy halves jumped right into your delicate fingers... enticing you with its coolness. And wanting to touch your lips...
The waves beckon me - my love for water is inexplicable, but I can't do anything about it... I approach, touching these azure waters with my hand. I feel calm - there is no danger here... I can just rest! And I will think about the rest later...
I take off my cloak, put my staff and bow aside, and my sandals follow... And in a short tunic, I plunge into the sea... the water has given me strength again - I am ready for any twists of fate!
Лидер клана "Из многих единое"
Приключения – это сплошные неприятности, только про них почему-то потом интересно вспоминать...