PARIS — JOINING

[align=center][div style="width: 420px; font-size:10px; font-family:verdana; text-align: justify;line-height: 110%; color:black"]The gentle lull of the ocean, a soft murmur of sound as it rasped over sand, mixing with the harsh call of birds which wheeled about on short wings, catching the chilled drafts rising from the water. It was all Aita knew, the song of sea and land coming together until it seemed a siren call for the youth, intoxicating to a point they had no care to think of the world beyond, uncaring as to what might await them if only they dared to cross the tracks. From the beginning it had been their home, the salty tang within the air embedded in their lungs for it had tinged their first breath, the luminous sea, a wondrous jewel within their eyes, the first sight they had come to fall in love with.

Quickly they had taken to walking the beach, all too little was present for them to do within such an early stage of life, seeking the treasures left behind by the sea, a soft hum rising from dark lips. An ear flicked, their soft hum shifting, gaining a tone of annoyance as a voice rose, yet their attention turned towards it, piqued for they had yet to come upon a joiner. Having much of their time split between such escapades and the submarine it was a change they welcomed somewhat grudgingly, moving towards where the voice had originated.

“What are ya?” Lacking common decency Aita saw nothing wrong in blurting out the question, a hard stare moving along the unicorn, taking in each detail.