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Dryas
The sun is back in full force today. I shade my eyes as I follow Rue around the outside of the castle, though not to the beach we explored the day before yesterday. Today she’s on a mission to find the right light for drawing, whatever that means.
In practice, it means I’m left trailing behind her as she hitches up her skirts and wades through the high grass that grows on the bluff next to the castle. She makes a pretty picture in her light blue dress, fighting against the wind to get wherever she is going. Her red hair splays out wildly, refusing to be bound. I catch only occasional glimpses of her freckled face, squinting at the sun-drenched landscape.
All the while, I’m lulled by the sound of the tide going out. The noise of the ocean washes everything else away. Just over
