Silver at dawn, green at noon, dark blue in the evening. The sea keeps on waving, their waves kissing the shorelines.
Erika stands above the railings, her white robe flapping wildly, her hair smoothly following the flow of the wind, making her looking even more otherworldly.
She looks at the sea full of monsters. For some the sea, the ocean is a wondrous thing. For her, it always fills her with fear. It seems so big and dark that it could swallow her whole.
It is not a phobia of water. It is this dislike of the sea.
After the Fall she hated it even more. Monster roams the Deep Sea, monstrous and nightmarish creatures.
Just thinking about it gives her chills. She likes to stand on the ground, to look at the sea from the distance. But her friend once said that she is missing the best part about the ocean.
It is like going to a fun fair and just stares at the games being played. But Erika never felt any inclination to be close to it other than certain circumstances.
