Porcelain_Nitemare
It was a beautiful day as Aysun lay lazily within the small rowboat on the docks. Her face turned lazily toward the sun as the seagulls cawed and the water's waves crashed up on the shores in a lulling fashion. This was the life, this was bliss. She had came out her to relax a bit after a busy day, and found herself instead drifting off into day dreams. One being her meeting her prince charming and riding off into the sunset together on a white horse.
Her dreams were interrupted by the soft footsteps followed by the heavy clank of a cane with each step. Soon a shadow came over her face along with a sagely male voice, "Asleep again, Aysun, and skirting on your chores?"
Aysun cracked a smile as she opened one of her lazy blue eyes and looked up at the old man who stooped over her with his hand behind his back and a wicked grin on his face. "Just catching a few zzz's" she said with a stretch and a yawn, "It was such a peaceful spot I thought I might just lay down for a moment and low and behold the moment caught up to me and I was pulled into the land of whimsical and lore!" she said with a chuckle as she sat up and looked at the man directly.
"Indeed, child. Come along, the chores won't finish themselves, and I hear there is supposed to be a rather nasty storm coming this way." The old man tutted as he helped Aysun step from the boat to the docks. Brushing her red hair from her face she smiled and followed after the old man back toward the village where she'd grown up. A storm was coming, eh? Well the old man knew best, that's why he was her grandfather after all.
There was a saying he used to tell her when she was still young, "Journeys end in lovers meeting."
For some reason today that quote came to mind as she went about her daily chores. The impending storm brewing in the distance.
