Journal Entry 159 / 0527 Sometimes I think of the beach at night as the perfect place to go and think.Journal Entry 159 / 0527 Sometimes I think of the beach at night as the perfect place to go and think. When I get there, though, I usually find myself distracted. It's my raw sensuality. I enjoy the feel of the sand and the salty water, the smell, the cool wind. It was a warm night, so I wore only a pair of jeans, no shirt or shoes. The sounds of gulls squaking in the distance, and the quiet roar of the surf, especially when they echo off the cliffs of Marbletop behind me, are old and familiar lulls. Behind us, actually. Aaden and I had walked out here again, only this time we had decided to turn right and explore the 'northern' side of the beach. "Explore" is a silly word for me, since I had done this probably a thousand times with the children of Shardik Castle. We walked for a while. "Ken?" he asked. "Yeah?" "You want to sit down?" "Why, tired?" I asked. He shook his head. "Not really. I just want to sit down with you for a while." "Fine with me." He sat down and lay against a large rock that jutted out of the sand. With a smile he held his arms out and parted his legs, encouraging me to sit between them. I did, leaning back against his chest. He wrapped his massive arms around me and I just melted into him, like I always do. I wrapped my right arm up and over his, running my fingers through the fur of his arms. I was struck by the obvious masculinity of Aaden; in some species it's difficult to tell the sexes apart. Felinzi, for example. |