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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ink" data-source="post: 3222712" data-attributes="member: 48069">Though surrounded by what she adores the most, Es cannot stay. Like foam formed of the tide, she is soothingly pushed out from her nature. Without herself moving, her body is uprooted and ever so gently, ever so naturally placed onto the docks. Standing, she is waterless, and neutrally tinted. So uncommon is her way, her grey painted eyes. As the dawn approaches, a delicate glow outlines her slender body--her elegance and frailty made clearer by the softness coming of the sun. So silent that none might notice her, none might thieve a glance, save the darkness itself. But, that shadow would have a name, though it sat without speaking. And, that name a form, though it saw without moving. And, that form would be Irthos, though they knew without saying. They sat together for a time, knowing it would be brief before she need depart. The morning would pass and with a sea thoughts and the simple setting of another dawn.</blockquote>