ello! i’m raine/rainie, and this is a writing acc! i do draw, as shown by the art, but i will only be posting writing here! this prompt was from the studio titled “creative writing!” in particular, the one about the floating village boats enjoy! if this isn’t to your liking, i apologize ————————— I used to dream, so often, about the day that we would reach the land. Our path seemed so aimless, so meandering, and yet so predestined. It was as though we were condemned, forever, to bob upon the salty turquoise waves, never reaching our goal, never reaching home. It carves scars into one’s mind, the numbness and repetition of it all. Day after day, of nothing but starless sea and boundless sky. Day after day, moving but never really moving. The chieftain seems troubled. I cannot help but sympathize: with a sick child on the boat, the herb supply running low, and no islands in sight for nearly six moon cycles, Lord knows there is reason enough to feel worry. Poor Tita is the ill one, the young child with so much ahead of her. A dark part of my head whispers “not on this boat, not while we fail her, not while the chieftain fails her”, but I know it is not the chieftain’s fault. Nia, her sister, ill a few moon cycles ago, now lingers by her bedside night and day, wishing her to get well soon. The right hand man stands on the captain’s deck. He guards her quarters formally, but truly there is no point. Without the captain’s guidance, we would all be lost, food for Ryba and her minions. Scavenged skulls and hollow shells. A weak cough from Tita, soft assurances from Nia, the thump of a spear bottom on the ground from Lysan, the vague mumblings of Captain Helen and the boat steerers through the door. Where are we going to? Only the wind and the waves know the answer. ————————— written with proper capitalization haha ty for reading
