It was the light that drew her. The dazzling sparkles that flitted all around her while she danced in the gentle roll of the surface. It was the way the sunshine brought out the gold in her copper hair. The lure of that glow warmed something in her, something that the cold fathoms beneath had never touched.
It was the storm that frightened her. The sizzle and crack of blinding brightness. The cold stinging wind that nailed her with debris. The loss of control in the swirling currents, tossing and turning in a way the depths never had.
It was the stars that brought her back. The gentle flicker of tiny lights. Lights like the sparkles she used to dance in. Luminescent speckles in a still air that soothed her. Far off gleaming dust that reminded her of what the warmth had touched in her.
It was the fireworks that drew her to him. Colors she had never seen in the glow of the sky. Dazzling flashes of glorious design. Falling sparkles too high to swim to. The shimmering light excited something inside her.
It was his face that held her. His grin that lit up his face. His smile brought sparkles to his bright blue eyes. His laugh filled her with something her ocean could not. Something bright, full of warmth. Something that shone through her whole being. Something they called a soul.