Don't Look, Sea

Tides Dawn

The mist of the ocean air swirled across her pale face and danced through her raven locks like little fairies acting out an Irish jig. She sat high on the cliff peering over the toes she wiggled in the dirt. Staring down to the crashing waves below. She was maybe twenty feet high and she felt on top of the world. It was the only place she ever felt a semblance of control. Brenna Rain Moore loved the ocean, because she could breathe in the mist and feel the power of the tides. She could stand on the beach and be a part of something bigger than her meager self. That's exactly how she felt when the waves washed over bare skin. A part of something substantial.

From the time she was three years old, the ocean had been her especial place. A safe heaven of sorts. It was her sanctuary that calmed her worries and pushed her fears far from her mind. Her mother had died on her third birthday. Or at least that's what her father and aunt had always told. She was too small to remember that sorrowful time. Brenna didn't remember much from when she was that little, but she did recall the pull of the waves, even then, beckoning to her very being. She remembers always finding herself barefoot on the beach. The tide licking her calves with its salty caress every time she felt troubled.

The ocean was peace, and power, and protection. To her left, just down the side of the humble cliff, was a secluded beach. The only one she'd ever spent an abundant amount of her time at and where she was headed next. So she slowly pushed off the rock with the palms of her hands and stood up to transfix her emerald eyes at the horizon. A beautiful orange and pink watercolor painting as the sun began to set. She took one last long look, smiled a sweet smile returning home and jumped.

Wind wiped her hair wild with her famous loose curls. Thrashing its waist length locks as she descended to the stirring waters below. Before she knew it, she felt the ice cold embrace of the ocean. It slithered up her legs and encompassed her head instantly.

Letting her breath out slowly Brenna started to kick her legs propelling her towards the direction she instinctively knew as the beach. With each stroke the power emanating from the currents pulled and pushed against her skin. Brenna reveled in that power and manipulated it to drive  her faster through the rushing liquid. Moving at a speed no other swimmer possessed she reached the soft pale sand sprinkled with dark grey pebbles and arose from the frigid waves. The water dripped from her hair and cloths. But she wasn't worried about her attire becoming wrecked. Brenna wore only a loose fitting grey t-shirt that had lived many years in a measly thrift store from the nearest town and frayed jean shorts that had seen better days. She never believed in the hindrance brought on by bras or shoes so what she did wear would survive.

"Ren...oh Ren me dear!" Called a brisk, motherly voice from Brenna's left. Only people that knew her well called her Ren, but she had known exactly who it was by the voice that spoke.

The women grew closer and Brenna's face softened as she recognized it to be her aunt, Dalia Maeve O'Colley. An Irish women in her truest form. Dalia was taller than Brenna by only a few inches. Brenna would've guessed her at around five feet six inches. She was thirty nine years old but never looked a day over twenty-five. Dalia's hair imitated Brenna's loose natural curls but with a fiery red color in the place of her own ebony black. However, their eyes were acutely identical. Green like the moss that grows on the left side of the trees, while flecks of shimmering gold and brown circled the iris. Their eyes were large, cat-like, and stunningly enchanting. Where Dalia was freckled head to toe, Brenna only had a few sprinkled across the bridge of her nose and the tops of her willowy shoulders. Both had a lean build with a gentle feminine way about their movements. There was never any doubt the two ladies were related. That thought always brought a heartwarming smile to her countenance. Brenna liked that she looked like the person she endeared most.

"ini'on!(daughter) Tis high time ye come inside."

"But, I've only just found my way into the water. Be patient with me. I'll be in soon." She smiled sweetly.