Capture The Sun (Damian)

[mifuji]

Morning, a peaceful, groggy time where even the sun struggles to shake off the influence of the night. It yawns pink and dusty rose across the dark blue sky as it starts to warm up. For Mifuji it is her most creative time. Day was too harsh and bright for the creative process and night too cold and dark. The few hours of morning were just perfect, and she capitalized on this golden time to make her pieces for sale.

Mifuji lay on the sand, her tail submerged into the shallow, clear water. Her hands worked with a stone and fish bone, carving an intricate swirl pattern into the white bone. While she worked she hummed a simple tune that had no direction or consistent melody, just a little thing to occupy her mind while her hands worked.

[xana]

Mornings. Not exactly the best time of day for mostly anybody, but for Damian, it was perfect. For training, anyway. No one's around to bug you, the crisp air and noises are refreshing and a wonderful way to start the day. He won't sweat as much in the heat either.

So, what better way than to jog. In the sand. In sandals. With weights. And while this may sound ha- No, it is hard. But for Damian, it was a challenge and a good way to get the blood moving. ...I think I got too influenced by my so called "eternal rival."

He shuddered at the thought of his "eternal rival." The crazy challenges, the many near-death "adventures"... And those... Oh, there was some kind of defining feature that gave the freak of nature away. At that point, he shook his head furiously, trying to rid himself of those mentally scarring images and experiences. It's a wonder how Damian retained his sanity.

Moving on... His legs carried him to the far end of the beach. There, he laid eyes upon... A mermaid? Remembering the fiasco with the pirates, he looked around and saw nothing but the calm blue. So, he decided to make himself known. "Yo, mermaid. What's up?"