[Mousen]

[You know the drill by now. >>]

(human form)

The rain tapped against the glass like gentle fingers. They wanted to be let in. From outside the glow on the street lamps illuminated the droplets on the window. They sparkled in the dark navy night.

[Mousen]

It wasn't cold. The last peice of summer had stretched well into September. Though still a shawl was wrapped around the young female's shoulders. She headed down the stairs.

[Mousen]

She paused at the door way of her house. Wondering if it were wise to be alone this night. From her small terraced house the sea was barely 100 metres. The calling was too strong to pull against.

[Mousen]

The sea lapped gently, smoothing the sand. It was a clear song to her. A calling. There was no way she could resist the pull of the water.

[Mousen]

Bare footed she ran down to the shore-line. The smell of salt and seaweed in the air. This was the life. She was powerless against the call of the ocean.

[Mousen]

She always felt small against the vastness of the ocean. It's enormity often too large to understand. The tide swam around her ankles. She closed her eyes for a moment. Enjoying the peacefulness of the moment.

[Mousen]

She did have a name. She never had disclosed it to anyone. Oftentimes she simply refused to give it to anyone. Other times she'd make up a fake name.

[Mousen]

The sea and herself were the only two enities that knew her name. It had taken her the longest time to find her own name. She'd lied. There were three enities who knew her name. As much as she tried to kid herself, Silas had kown her name before she'd known it herself.

[Mousen]

He tried to call her by her made up name. He always tried to hide it. Though when he was nervous, it always slipped out. At first she couldn't understand it. Now she was in no doubt that her name was infact Anastasia.

[Mousen]

The sea was calm. Even though it was a warm night the sea was chilly. Freezing Anistasia's toes as her feet dug into the sand. She sighed. For now she was content.

[Mousen]

She had no memory of anything outside waking up in Whisper forests one day. No memories aside from that of Silas taking her in. Yet sometimes, if only for a moment. Sometimes she'd get the feeling that she knew Silas before. That happened alot, with some places, people, like not for intance.

[Mousen]

After seveal moments of deep thought. Anastasia got up and began to walk up the slightly rained on sand. Back up to her house. The pavement. All the other mundane things.

[Mousen]

She entered the small cottage amnd made her way up to her roon. Her feet trailing sand up the stairs. With a small smile Anastasia looked out onto the beach. Her footprints had yet to fade into the sea. For now she was content.

[Rp finished, pulling her out.]