Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160903174348

She is not very young, nor is she old. But she is beautiful, and Jorge gets a feeling of peace just by being around her. Silver hair falls down around her shoulders, her blue eyes inviting. He feels safe. He feels at home.

She slowly walks a short distance, Jorge following her, as their feet make shallow impressions in the white sands. The song of the sea murmurs behind her. She turns to him.

"I thought you would want to see it before you returned," she says, her voice soft and a little sad. "The White Shore. If it were your time, you would be coming in as you crossed the waters.  It was how your friends arrived."