Minafa'iclat

The shore was full of pretty things, as was every other shore of every other island in sight. Minafa'iclat let the wind tangle through her copper-bright mane. She raised her chin as it caressed her jaw. Then, she let out a happy sigh. It was a beautiful day, which lent itself to and from her good mood.

She felt the sun beating warm upon her back and then she back-stepped a bit through the fine opal dust that was the shore of this island. It was a distant island, far from the others, but she could see ships on the horizon going to and from the port of the humans that she knew existed. She wasn't certain entirely if they knew she and the others were here, and she didn't much care. It was nice having this privacy of their own little island.

Maybe someday she'd journey on a boat again to get somewhere else. She'd hitched a ride with a few of the others after journeying by a time/space tear from their old realm. They were wild paints, mostly, and they found they could find the rifts and portals back to their home groups and charities. Which was good, because Minafa, as she let friends call her, was a member of a charity, and she missed them sometimes.

The sun was getting to her by now, though. She walked casually from the beach towards the field of sweet-smelling grasses.