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((stand on the water))
((it'll take time))

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As the moons take their hours in which to cycle across the sky, I raise the tide, as is my way. And Yivvin speaks.

The movements I am bid to make are not so far from what I have always done. No, indeed, they are the same. I fear deception, for no greater comfort comes from my duties than on every night before. And yet, a noble being of my word, I do not protest, and Yivvin holds his idiot tongue from snide banter. The hours roll. The waves swell. This is the rhythm of my very being, as it always has been.

I surge forth.

And I draw back...

...

[color=9e0b0f][i]...Flux?[/i][/color]

[color=00a99d][i]Silence! I am performing my sacred task![/i][/color]

[color=9e0b0f][i]You are finished, Flux.[/i][/color]

My eyes are as open as always, but my concentration has been so pure, so clear-minded and fixed that I have neglected to actually observe the beach before me. It is clean, by my handiwork, as every night before. Swept free and turned over and renewed and changed. And changed, indeed.

They are [url=http://photo.accuweather.com/photogallery/2010/2/500/1b68dd860.jpg]formations[/url], loops and halos and canyons and striated ridges in the sand. Each layered as the shore deposits matter and removes it in its way. Carved by the passage of water over many hours as the waves recede. They draw my gaze and channel it down whirls and hollows, a puzzling thing, a dynamic, elemental wonder...

I have never done such as this before, and, yet, am I not great? Was this not easy? I flex my chest, roll my shoulders. They are intact. Soon the shapelessness will set in again, but while I am at work, they retain form. [color=00a99d][i]Always the same duties, and I regret them not. But all the land and the sea and the air of this lagoon is under my domain. I cannot work harder, but I can work- More. The natural way of change and renewal is far more than my [/i]duty.[i] It is for me to innovate. The sea has many faces, and forms many shapes.[/i][/color]

[color=9e0b0f][i]That's one way to see it.[/i][/color]

[color=00a99d]"Quiet, worm,"[/color] I growl, and bunch my hand into a fist, quelling the waver that has sprung up in it once again. As the fingers curl the crests of foam curl with it, and I bring them to swirl around me. There is work to be done. There is change to be made.

[color=00a99d]"I know what I'm doing."[/color]


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