the girl dances through the water as if one with the waves, glancing back occasionally at the others who are close behind.
it is her keen gaze that notices the vessel in the horizon, a stark obsidian sail against glass clear sky.
how odd, she wonders, for it has felt like a lifetime since the last one, and she has been waiting.
the boy is tired. he cannot remember the last time he slept; all he sees is blue, endless blue.
so, when the waves seem to concentrate themselves around the ship, it is he who notices first.
how odd, he wonders, for it has felt like a lifetime since he saw anything but stillness, and the thought soothes his nerves.
they approach like silk, a mere whisper onboard, while delicate ripples delight the calm ocean.
two species observe each other; trepidation filling lungs and hesitant curiosity slowly taking over.
the crew dot the edges, unable to look away from the ethereal creatures that surround.
the sirens glitter against the sea, fascinated at the humans who look both so much and nothing like them.
amidst the silence that befalls the unfolding scene and unnoticed by all, the Fates weave their spell.
two souls, at the edge of the world, balancing precariously.
eyes finally meet.