Scribble: The Album Leaf came on Pandora.

      The salty spray tickled unshaven cheeks, as dark eyes drifted between puffs of white above. Hands bundled in the pockets of a worn, weathered hoodie, the wanderer just sighed, leaning against a dented car door. Morning light danced on the shimmering waters just beyond the old safety rail, gentler than the blinding reflection from the hood and roof behind him, but still slipping little needles of light into his eyes. Somewhere in the distance, a gull cried out, the half-mocking laughter of a bird who knows no other sounds.
      "Are we almost ready?" came a gentle voice from behind, as the wanderer turned to see wind-tousled locks, splayed over shoulders, and eyes deeper than any ocean.
      She was smiling so brightly, he wasn't sure if he squinted from the harsh light off the roof. "I think so," he finally said, a smile slipping onto his stubbly face. "Let's go."
      A scene ended. An adventure began.

Freeform: Permanence.

      Hidden beneath faded tattered robes, the lone observer stood upon the rocky shore, lost amidst the mist and crashing waves. From the darkness under its hood, two unblinking golden eyes peered out over the horizon, as though searching for something in the shapeless gray waters. Yet, with a hollow, tinny sigh, the seeker's watchful head lowered, as thin, metallic fingers wrapped tightly around a weathered staff.
      "Able," came a voice from behind, as the ever-vigilant eyes turned to face the newcomer. Clad in a traveler's cloak, she silently approached her companion, her footfalls barely seeming to touch the sodden ground. "Have your senses taken leave of you again, my old friend?" she continued, her voice barely above a whisper.
      "No, my young Tesslyn," came the hollow voice in reply, "not yet, at least." Ancient joints clicked and whirred back to life, as the watcher extended an arm to the young traveler, beckoning her to come near. "Come. There is something you must see through the mists."
      A soft smile upon her face, Tesslyn nodded, stumbling over the jagged stones to her mentor. Looking up at the featureless face beneath the cloak, the young traveler patiently waited for Able to speak, as its unblinking eyes flickered with thought. As the waves crashed into the rocks below, she casually brushed little droplets from her short locks, as another splash rang into the air. Without a word, she kept watching over the emaciated shade beside her, the young traveler's shimmering blue eyes made even brighter by all the endless gray.
      "There!" came Able's sudden declaration, as Tesslyn's eyes followed the now-outstretched finger to some hidden point in the sea. As the mists of morning began to part, the shadow of some great and terrible giant emerged, its body rising from the water like some armored warrior of a forgotten time. With a gasp, the young traveler reached inside a small pouch at her side, quickly retrieving a small spyglass without averting her excited gaze.
      "That's a machine, isn't it?" she asked her mentor, peering through the lens at the new discovery. "Like you and the others, only much bigger!"
      "From a time best forgotten," came Abel's sullen reply, as something much like a sigh rattled his metallic body beneath his robe. "There is a reason, my young Tesslyn, why my kind are still here, while the Giants are not. If you are to be one of the Masters of the Gear, you must learn why that is, and hold it ever dear to your heart."
      "And why is that, Able?" the young traveler asked, lowering her spyglass and turning to her mentor.
      "Why, my child, we are here to create," came a synthetic chuckle, as spindly fingers reached for Tesslyn's arm, pulling back the sleeve to reveal ornate patterns atop her mechanical prosthesis. Smiling at the gesture, she watched as Able again turned to the sea, holding her tiny hand in both its own.
      "And they," Able began, again rattling as though heaving some great sigh from within, "were meant to destroy."
      Touching her own mechanical arm, the young traveler's smile gave way to awe, as she retrieved her spyglass once more to gaze upon the giant.
      There, atop an outstretched claw of what once was a hand, a great nest of birds prepared themselves for the day ahead...

Scribble: Learning to paint again...

      She carefully placed her toes onto the creaking wood, feeling the gentle waves rolling just beneath. In a single breath, her hands instinctively reached in any direction that might keep her from the chill water's embrace, as her foot crashed down onto the craft.
      “It's okay,” came a familiar voice, floating atop warm laughter. “You'll get used to it, I promise...”
      Catching the softness of her companion's eyes, she let a sigh slip away from behind her lips, corners curling into the smallest of smiles. With a deep breath, her other leg fell haphazardly into the boat, as her lithe body rocked with the rhythm of the waves.
      "Told you," came the familiar voice once more, as inviting arms wrapped around the nervous seafarer. "Now, shall we get started?"
      With a nod, the lithe young girl fell into an open seat, the wood creaking under the sudden weight. Looking out across the endless blue horizon, her squinting eyes followed wings of white, as the distant cry of gulls tugged at her ears. Far above, clouds mimicked their movements, drifting along on wings larger than the sky could hold.
      "It's beautiful here," she whispered, a gentle, crisp breeze tousling her shimmering silver locks. "Thank you for bringing me out here."
      With a smile, her companion simply tilted his head, motioning to the oar hanging idly beside her. Smiling in kind, the seafarer slipped the wood between her slender hands, as the shore started to slowly slip away...

Scribble: Comma comma comma, period.

      Beneath the bright summer sun she sits, as deep azure pools stare out across the sea, the tiniest of sighs escaping from her lips. Pulling her folded legs closer, she leans back on the salt-kissed stone, stray granules of sand slipping through her fingers, and turns her gaze to the skies above.
      "Beautiful, isn't it?" comes a voice from behind, as high above, clouds drift lazily along unseen currents. "Told you it wouldn't be boring," he adds, running slender fingers through his hair.
      Turning to the tall young man behind her, she simply smiles, nodding ever slightly. With a tiny hand, she adjusts the flower in her hair, as the newcomer takes a seat beside her, careful to share as much of the perch as possible.
      "Thanks," she finally replies, the melody of her voice flowing atop the rolling waves.
      With no further words between them, they both stare skyward, one head slowly leaning against another, as lazily drifting clouds take shape, putting on a grand show...