so when you're caught in a landslide; ( The watchtower on the Eastern Island is still relatively new to Serah, she hasn't been helping out the guard long and most of that was limited to patrols rather than manning the watchtowers themselves. She spends the better part of the first morning after the shift in planets here, watching the ocean and trying to get a view of any of the other islands.
It's been a long time since she's seen the sea, longer even than her stay in Hadriel. Since leaving New Bodhum to travel through time, visiting parts of Pulse and Cocoon that aren't blessed by lapping waves and an endless expanse of blue.
But here, it's more like a churning ocean and a lot of grey. Still the ocean, but rougher, more dangerous. It moves like a warning to anyone who'd dare cross it. And the rain feels near constant, a fine drizzle which soaks through her clothes in an instant.
Serah comes to the watchtower every day despite the downpours, watches the ocean and the island itself. This is the closest thing to a guard base they have now, and if someone needs help, she tries to be here to offer that. )
i'll be there for you, i'll be there for you; ( But even the most attentive guardsman (or woman, as the case may be) needs a break once in a while. When the rain stops long enough that she can only feel the leftover humidity instead, Serah stretches her legs and wanders the city fragment until she comes to the entrance of the hot springs, inhaling the steam that clouds the entire area with a sigh of contentment.
There is, of course, no point in working oneself to complete exhaustion. Breaks and unwinding are very important in letting the body recuperate. Which is why she makes her way in, changes, and dips her toes - and eventually, her entire self - into a spring with the kind of murmur that comes from hot water washing away every bit of tension in her body. )
serah / east island, ota
( The watchtower on the Eastern Island is still relatively new to Serah, she hasn't been helping out the guard long and most of that was limited to patrols rather than manning the watchtowers themselves. She spends the better part of the first morning after the shift in planets here, watching the ocean and trying to get a view of any of the other islands.
It's been a long time since she's seen the sea, longer even than her stay in Hadriel. Since leaving New Bodhum to travel through time, visiting parts of Pulse and Cocoon that aren't blessed by lapping waves and an endless expanse of blue.
But here, it's more like a churning ocean and a lot of grey. Still the ocean, but rougher, more dangerous. It moves like a warning to anyone who'd dare cross it. And the rain feels near constant, a fine drizzle which soaks through her clothes in an instant.
Serah comes to the watchtower every day despite the downpours, watches the ocean and the island itself. This is the closest thing to a guard base they have now, and if someone needs help, she tries to be here to offer that. )
i'll be there for you, i'll be there for you;
( But even the most attentive guardsman (or woman, as the case may be) needs a break once in a while. When the rain stops long enough that she can only feel the leftover humidity instead, Serah stretches her legs and wanders the city fragment until she comes to the entrance of the hot springs, inhaling the steam that clouds the entire area with a sigh of contentment.
There is, of course, no point in working oneself to complete exhaustion. Breaks and unwinding are very important in letting the body recuperate. Which is why she makes her way in, changes, and dips her toes - and eventually, her entire self - into a spring with the kind of murmur that comes from hot water washing away every bit of tension in her body. )
This is great.
( And you should definitely join her and relax. )