Adria
Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky
Tähti is remiss to Adria’s lack of social interaction, a fact that makes it all so much simpler to be around the winged girl. She mentions a lake, which in turn sparks the Ischian traveler’s curiosity. “A lake, like Hyaline?’ The spotted filly considers, her mind conjuring images of the landmark her own mother had described many times before. Nyxa had been born in the neutral kingdom long ago and had visited in her youth to ensure the fish population there was healthy and happy. The name Ilma arose in that story - a white pegasus, who’d been so kind and understanding of her mother’s needs when it came to the water creatures. Having never been there herself, Adria still longed to someday visit those peaceful shores.
Perhaps Tähti knew a thing or two.
“Wisely put!” The water-mare says instead, when her flying companion mentions it’s the mettle of a person that makes them, not the shape. Adria’s own dam would love to hear such sensibilities coming from a horse her age: it meant that Adria should be sensible too. Still, there’s a hint of laughter that bubbles up between them when Tähti mentions how mountains attracted the pegasus, much like the oceans attracted the kelpie. It just seemed natural and expected of them to gather where their elements could help them flourish. “Do you think it has something to do with where we settle, too?” She ponders aloud, nonsensically filling the air while she brushes an appreciative nose over the ebony primary feathers.
“When my dam was a child she could change into a wolf, but in her horse shape she had wings! Wings made of water.” Adria recounts. “She grew up to be a Nereid, losing her wolf forever.” She says, this time a bit sad. It would’ve been glorious to see her sweet, private mother in the form of such a ferocious predator, with red fur and bright points.
“Makes me wonder how much we’ll change when we get older.” Adria sighs, pulling away from the extended wing. “I’m from Ischia, by the way.”
@[Tähti]