Scott's springwell

Water overlapped, snatching sand and seashells by the shore, even sneaking a few rounded rocks or gems along the way, vines twisting in a dance that’d last lifetimes. People of both red and blue mingled in a way of peace, not one arguing in a way that would bring harm upon any. A flower, blooming mid way, planted and settled along the walls that separated it from any else, similar to its once united kingdoms. A few wilted, a few standing strong, a few licks of nectar left on its delicate petals.

The smell of sand, of salt water, of beach, mingled with the sweet aroma of a Lilies bed, moist with yesterday's night drizzle, ripe with soft thunder and the padding of strays. Love lapped at the air, searching for a home, to which it found none, sorrow finding shelter before it, betrayal being born at one's fingertips.

A soft voice, one of gentler times, yearning for the same understanding and fairness from the universe that was once given to others instead, sick of loss and hope of forgiveness, with light flowers, ones of purity, innocence, clinging to every strand of vanilla hair, every curl posed with a meaning held dear to some, one of self care. “It’s nice outside, bygones of courteous times...” Words were filled with the same tone of someone grieving, syllables trembling softly, a victim of a god less forgiving than what hoped.

The vanilla colored haired soul sat in the shade, preferring to stay out of the light, watching from afar as others fished, made sand sculptures and swam joyously in the water, forever oblivious to the force of fate unless struck, innocent like how he’d been before. He grew ever-so-slowly blue with envy and sorrow, wishing he’d been like them, not cast away by fate into a pit of merciless pasts, like a stack of dominos, threatening to tip over and throw away any progress made if tempted, loss dripping slowly into the fabric of future.

“..Hm?” Sound rustled somewhere to the left, maybe the right, behind. Gentle soul turning to look around, curious to see who was there, to see whether it was a mere animal or an actual being, hoping it was just as forgiving.

What was there wasn’t one of threat or hostility, no, it was a being of flashy colors and shimmering shells, skin like light lavender tinted sea glass, teeth sharp and pointy like a shark's grin, eyes wide with curiosity. Its fins seemed to twitch, the ones that may have been ears, poked out between strands of hair dripping with a stench of salt. Although bright and perchance a bit scary to few, it undeniably held an aura of friendliness, like a dog hoping to be brought home, leaning close without a single thought behind the action.

The words from the being startled out of him, analyzing the being, blinking a couple of times before leaning back, a soft, neutral expression adorning his dazed look, baffled at the sight in front of him. “Hello?” The greeting was offered, hoping for one in return, even as he started looking over the appearance more clearly, less rushed.

“Huh..” He hummed lightly, a rather soothing note for any who’d bother listening, clutching his fancy leather book in his satchel, as if ready to use it and its contents at any sudden movement, as a wave of a hand, like the sea, would dispel any form of advancement.