Morning lit up the horizon, pinking the skin that then turned orange, and then white. Thane emerged from his family's cave and ventured to the shore line. He wings stretched out, greeting the ocean's breeze happily. Such peaceful beauty enshrouded the untouched waters. Land changed. It grew, died, and was reborn. The ocean though... it was never, ever changing. At least on the surface. Its surface was the only piece of it Thane could claim he knew. The depths were a complete mystery, and he liked it that way. Underneath the shining top, there was a world he didn't know. Would never know. Something he wasn't meant to know. Else, he'd been born like it's dwellers. In the very least, with out wings. Essentially, he was 'meant' for the sky. Considering his larger than average wing span. The complete opposite of the waters he stood before. Oh how the universe loves it's irony.
