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#1

there's bravery in being soft

Eden didn't know how long she'd been on the move, not this time. Another road, another horizon... that was how it had always gone. She'd walked off into the sunset. A flair for the dramatic. You couldn't expect anything less from her, not anymore. A flair for everything-- you couldn't beat it. She couldn't be stopped, not any longer. The sun had come and gone for days... for weeks? How long now?

She'd thrown herself into the sea when she reached it, at the time her belly full. Comfortable. Nothing would scare her about this. Nothing could scare her about this-- it was what she happened to be made for. A strong swimmer, a competent creature. She would swim until she reached land again. Something drove her out, a gravitational pull. Gravity, she had learned, was her friend. Eden knew that gravity was there to teach her things.

Another sunset had come and gone, another night fading into dawn, and with it she made landfall. Hungry and soggy, salt water in her eyes, she stumbled slightly as her paws met the shore. Feet under. Head straight. Posture confident. Eden would quell the nervous feelings rising in her gut, and she would be fine.

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#2
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Salt mixed with the scent of molten rock. Steam rose in places, the water itself steaming slightly farther away. The air that rolled from the ocean was salty, enough to make her lips taste as if she had lapped at the water itself. The waves crashed, hissed on both the rocks and where the lava spilled into it. The shore beneath the Bradshagh’s paws was warm, a comfort of home.
 
Of course… it was only home in so much as it had been where she had been born. Now she called the coldness of the caves home. For the sake of her pack, of course, but it did not mean that she didn’t miss the warmth of the volcano. While she was no more religious than the next Bradshagh, she felt the need to return to her god from time to time. To give a cordial ‘hello’ to the physical landmark that had given her life, warmth, and safety. That had given the damned Bradshagh passion that coursed through her veins like the lava flows that peeked from beneath stones.
 
Something floundering in the waves caught the woman’s attention, the clash of fire and ice focusing on the figure of a wolf – sodden fur clinging to their body, a pup birthed forth – dragging themselves out. Gold and crimson ears folded back slightly, confusion crossing a similarly colored face. She padded forth, paws spreading over the warmed ground with ease, a familiarity of someone who used to race across the very same beach as a youngster. She drew close, and stood there quietly, watching the other flounder a little, before gaining a look of composure. The Bradshagh wondered if the salt touched eyes of the other could see clearly.
...shall burn
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#3

there's bravery in being soft

While lost in her own world, Eden wasn't entirely oblivious. In the morning sun she was able to blink the salt from her eyes, straining slightly. Her fur would likely be tousled and a mess for days, something that her mother would have scolded her for. Mother... what a thought. Though she'd been mostly on her own for a year now, there was still that little voice inside her head. You're a mess, everyone will think you're an orphan, and they did. Everyone did think she was an orphan, in those days at least. It seemed like a long time ago now, standing on a beach in a far off place. Eden wondered if she would have been proud.

The pale creature shook her head as if to clear it, pushing the thought out of her mind. It wasn't the time or the place to get sentimental. She had to figure out what her next move was, what she was going to do, where she was going to go. It was a whole lot of possibility for someone who didn’t know what the hell she was going to do next. Eden straightened her spine. This would… this would be okay. In a way, the possibility was exciting. This much freedom laid out around her feet? She could be anyone, she could do anything, and it would be absolutely wonderful.

There was someone else here, Eden could hear feet on the sand. Moments later, still blinking from the sun and the salt, she can see them too. Her tail wags, ears perking. Posture friendly, but confident. Meeting new people may have been one of her favorite things. ”Hey! Hey, can you tell me where we are?” that was a harmless enough first question, right? Eden’s gait is light, a gentle trot carrying her towards the stranger. Friendly, but she’d stop far enough away to not be intrusive. Manners. She could get overly excited, on occasion. Eden would mind her manners.

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The other offered a tail wag and perked ears. The Bradshagh kept a calm, icy composure, although not one that said a blatant ‘fuck off,’ since she had been the one that had walked up and chosen to stay. The youngster came closer, close enough to speak, and be heard over the quiet roar of the ocean, but not close enough to be considered rude, or uncomfortable. The firewoman kept quiet; brow furrowed in characteristic fashion. Her shoulders were squared, her body the constant epitome of someone in a constant state of pissed off.
 
She, for once, did not meet a friendly face with words of general annoyance at the very concept of life itself, and all the small annoyances that it could produce.
 
“Hey! Hey, can you tell me where we are?”
 
The Bradshagh’s head tilted to the side. Had the girl literally dragged up from the fucking sea? It was a first, the woman had to admit.
 
“Cyrileth,” she answered, her words to follow suit holding true to her way of talking. “Did you drag up from the mother fuckin sea, like a fish?” She did not speak from anger, but rather her voice, her words spoke of a gruffness that one could obtain – in her opinion – only by living the early parts of one’s life sharing the volcano’s rage. She meant nothing mean-hearted by them, but rather… it was evident that it was her way of speaking, a natural tongue of sorts, as vulgarities spilled out with such ease, both with and without the sting that they may have.
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#5

there's bravery in being soft

She's rarely anything other than comfortable, for the most part, at least around others. Eden only has problems when she's on her own. That's when the anxiety, the fear, the self doubt gets to her. That's when she has to build herself up, be her own rock. Maybe that's why tossing herself into the sea for her own betterment was a little crazy. Well, that and probably a dozen other reasons, but Eden wouldn't worry too much. She came out no worse for it, and hey, maybe even better? Probably better. She would win or she would learn from the experience. That was enough for Eden.

"Cyrileth..." Eden tried it out in her mouth, the taste... funny. It was foreign, and felt stilted on her tongue. "Something like that. Needed a change of pace, you know?" Her voice was light, airy. Eden's tail didn't stop wagging, looking first to the horizon, than the woman. "Is this your summer?" Best to check. It hadn't been that long since she'd left home, but it was better to be safe than sorry. If she was going to stay, at least long enough to explore, she would need to learn. Learn and known, all the things that would be... okay. Eden would be okay.

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The woman watched as the other worked to get the pronunciation of her homeland down. The Bradshagh still stood stiffly, a militant stance, although. As she watched, she forced herself to relax a little.
 
“Something like that. Needed a change of pace, you know?”
 
Her head tilted to the side. The girl was serious? How long had she been in the water? Curiosity touched the volcano-born woman as she considered the situation. The girl opposite from her had literally… rolled up from the sea. Had she done so purposefully, or had it been an accident? Had someone thrown her in? Eyes of fire and ice flicked away for a small moment, scanning for signs of others, a sudden paranoia touching her. Had the poor girl been some attempted cult sacrifice?
 
“Is this your summer?”
 
At least it hadn’t been Cyrileth’s resident cult, the Bradshagh decided. Her tail lowered from a dominance position to one of… perhaps friendliness wouldn’t be the correct word but something of… tolerance. She dipped her head in a small nod.
 
“The ass end of it, yeah. Where the fuck are ya from, girl?”
 
Her ears tilted forward, awaiting the other’s response. What, or who, the fuck had Rhychdir walked upon?
...shall burn
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