The faint streaks of distant sun hit Mircea's pale face. She felt a little better now that her dark as midnight eyes could guide her in the rise of the sun and mainly because they were on the docks of Slyve. Away from the mouth of the East Sea who seemed rather eager to gulp her whole.
Yester-day night had been frightening, heartbreaking and mind-numbing for Mircea. She couldn't even fathom where it went wrong. No, it was doubtlessly when she confessed to Frey about her love and then walked away from him in a daze.
She couldn't really forget how the water closed up on her-drinking her until she couldn't fight. The water had begged her to stay with it, it wanted to trap her-body and soul. And Frey had saved her-yet another time.
