She was a queen, a lonely island
queen quite solitary on a rocky dune with summer sand grass itching her bare
ankles. He was a shipwreck, made of sticks and cinder and seawater, wobbling
down the beach with sand in his eyes.
“What are you doing?” he asked the
island queen. Her dark hair danced on the wind against the pale blue sky. The
queen did not reply.
“Something
of sea, something of sky…” she murmured, bending over to search in the long
grasses. When she clutched at her long garments that flowed about her in the
same way as her hair, it revealed that she was not a grown woman but a young
one. She looked up from beneath that shaggy, dark canopy and caught sight of
the young man whom the ocean had spit up.
“I’m making
a wish,” she answered. There was something of ash in her voice, like perhaps
she too had been a shipwreck once.
“And how
does one make a wish?” the boy asked.
The queen
squinted at him with surprising dark blue eyes that did not belong with her tan skin
and dark hair. Standing straight again, the top of her head only came to his
chin, but she seemed far more imposing than her stature suggested.
“You could
use one too,” she decided. The girl brushed past him in a wind of jasmine and
firewood.
“I’m
Caspian,” he called, stumbling in the sand to follow her. Wind catching at her clothing, the girl, who
was a stark whirl of colors against the pale landscape, turned.
“I’m Lani,”
she answered, and a smile began to curl the edges of her mouth. A shake of her
head had her turning again and Caspian struggling to follow in the fine,
shifting sand.
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