Nyxa
The deepest, darkest parts… He says, solidifying with the phrase. “Good god, really?” Nyxa thinks, watching the subtle curve of his shoulders, then legs, then back to his strange face with those unnerving eyes.
But he doesn’t unnerve her. Not anymore, anyways - not now, when she can clearly see the shade of his mane (so similar to her own) enhanced with underwater accessories. The cream and spotted mare hardly protests herself as they drift nearer to one another, though his actions are certain and commanding where her own are in tandem with the currents flow. Everything about him fascinates her; Nyxa has never come across another horse beneath the waves, even her meeting with Ivar had been kept to dry land and nothing more.
“She claims me piece by piece.” The yearling bubbles, averting her eyes when the creature tilts his head. “I still have blood ties to the land.” She explains with a shrug. With a simple assumption on her end, she figures whoever this being is will take that information and do with it what they like. She could hardly explain it herself these days. “I don’t want to go there now, I don’t.” She says suddenly, the narrow tilt of her finely shaped lips hardening into a determined line.
“You say you come from the depths, like the sharks?” She asks again, a rhetorical question. “Can you take me there? I’ve heard many stories - krakens, whales, underwater unicorns …” Her thoughts drift apart like so much bracken on the waves. Once shy now sudden, the flash of her amethyst gaze slices upwards through the water to where he stands: the vision of a deity paragon, Poseidon himself.
“Take me there.” She says again, all hints of doubt smoothed free from her features.
Wayward daughter of Canaan and Circinae
@[Maugrim]