11-17-2019, 03:13 PM
The deep blue sea, it filled her. Warm and bright, it was home. Aquaria's shell white hooves sank into the sand at her feet, mane and tail fins drifting in the lazy current. She paced through the shallows with eyes wide, scanning the rippling sand for treasures. Broken shells and sand smoothed stones dotted the white expanse, bits of seaweed floated past her nose.
Aquaria's jewel bright eyes lit on her treasure, a perfect striped crown conch half buried. She nosed it gently free, clasped it between her teeth with utmost care. A cheerful burst of bubbles jetted from her nostrils, the aquatic version of laughter. Her dancing gait increased in speed, pushed along by the water until her head broke the surface. One long fin clung to the side of her face as the nereid flowed onto the beach.
With a flick of her head, she spun the weighty shell into the air and caught it again. Salty liquid coated her tongue as she carried her prize up the shoreline, tail a jaunty banner streaming in the air behind her. The translucency of her mane obscured her vision as she waltzed up the beach. Waltzed right past the stallion and parrot chatting together.
She would take her new shell, add it to the growing collection she had secreted away in a little cove by the tide pools. They were arranged in intricate mandalas, scallops and mussels shining alongside bits of coral and pearls. Her treasure was her ever changing artwork. She had made it several meters away before the voices sank in and drew her mind away from the plans that swirled within. Those were voices she knew.
Her feet spun her around, surprised. The conch fell from her lips to land between her feet as her head cocked to one side. "Pteron, Aodhán. Well this is a nice surprise. What brings you here?" She asked with a note of consternation, eyeing Aodhán uncertainly. She knew it was him, recognized the brilliantly feathered body he seemingly favored. And Pteron, as beautiful as ever. Something sharp pricked her chest at the sight of him.
This was their first meeting since that trip she'd taken in the winter, time enough had passed to let the events of that meeting process in her mind. What had taken place between them was complicated in ways she'd been trying so hard to avoid. A regret.
He didn't love her. She knew that, and she'd let him in anyway. And maybe she'd do it again, knowning that the moment love did find him, she'd fall back to the wayside. It was bittersweet, leaning bitter. He was her friend, something she wouldn't trade for the world. She only wished she was worth more than that. Someday, someday... For now, her heart was a fragile thing, to be hidden behind shells and tumultuous waters.
@[Pteron] @[Aohdan]
Aquaria's jewel bright eyes lit on her treasure, a perfect striped crown conch half buried. She nosed it gently free, clasped it between her teeth with utmost care. A cheerful burst of bubbles jetted from her nostrils, the aquatic version of laughter. Her dancing gait increased in speed, pushed along by the water until her head broke the surface. One long fin clung to the side of her face as the nereid flowed onto the beach.
With a flick of her head, she spun the weighty shell into the air and caught it again. Salty liquid coated her tongue as she carried her prize up the shoreline, tail a jaunty banner streaming in the air behind her. The translucency of her mane obscured her vision as she waltzed up the beach. Waltzed right past the stallion and parrot chatting together.
She would take her new shell, add it to the growing collection she had secreted away in a little cove by the tide pools. They were arranged in intricate mandalas, scallops and mussels shining alongside bits of coral and pearls. Her treasure was her ever changing artwork. She had made it several meters away before the voices sank in and drew her mind away from the plans that swirled within. Those were voices she knew.
Her feet spun her around, surprised. The conch fell from her lips to land between her feet as her head cocked to one side. "Pteron, Aodhán. Well this is a nice surprise. What brings you here?" She asked with a note of consternation, eyeing Aodhán uncertainly. She knew it was him, recognized the brilliantly feathered body he seemingly favored. And Pteron, as beautiful as ever. Something sharp pricked her chest at the sight of him.
This was their first meeting since that trip she'd taken in the winter, time enough had passed to let the events of that meeting process in her mind. What had taken place between them was complicated in ways she'd been trying so hard to avoid. A regret.
He didn't love her. She knew that, and she'd let him in anyway. And maybe she'd do it again, knowning that the moment love did find him, she'd fall back to the wayside. It was bittersweet, leaning bitter. He was her friend, something she wouldn't trade for the world. She only wished she was worth more than that. Someday, someday... For now, her heart was a fragile thing, to be hidden behind shells and tumultuous waters.
@[Pteron] @[Aohdan]