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bet you never could imagine - any - wrena - 04-22-2020 Wrena THIS IS FOR ANYONE basically she's fresh off of gettin laid, washing the sex off of herself haha but yeah, feel free to approach her! she's been lingering here for years. RE: bet you never could imagine - any - Aquaria - 05-05-2020 aquaria - THE TIDE IS HIGH, IT'S SINK OR SWIM -
Her regular path around the island was a well worn memory by now. The pearl seamare had traveled it twice a day, every day since she'd returned from Loess. The hardened track of clay and sand beneath her hooves brought her past familiar groves and pools, the comforting landmarks of home. class="aqua_quote2">- MY ONLY RIVAL IS WITHIN - @[wrena] RE: bet you never could imagine - any - wrena - 05-08-2020 Wrena had been left in peace for hours, just soaking, doing nothing at all to earn her spot among the fronds and water of Ischia’s islands. She had turned the waters hot with the fire she can invoke with her magic, how handy. The power lets her chest turn ember orange and red, creeping up her throat until she can emit roars of scorching flame. After having the fun little trick since birth, she’s got all sorts of uses for it ̶ making one’s own perfect ‘thermal pool ’is just one of many. The heat helps her muscles relax, and best of all, washes the grit and kelpie from under fur.
Aquaria’s presence doesn’t draw a frown from the dragongirl, even though she has disturbed her peace after all. She rises just a little from the water, un-slouching her lithe body and adjusting her leathery black wings. “Aquaria,” she repeats with a warm purr, “Wrena.” she nods with something resembling a smile curving her dark lips. Her eyes, the color pumpkins roasted under a flame, keep with Aqaria’s as she slips into the water before her and the slithering smooth motion brings an actual smile to her face. The Nereid Queen, Adria, did the same when they met… as they met the same way, even. Turns out Wrena has always loved having a good soak at the waterfalls. “Pleasure to meet you, Aquaria.” she says her name again and this time it sounds more familiar in her mouth, as if she’s said it many times before. “I’ve lived here for many years, but I have to admit, I never seek the company of the other Ischians, or do much to serve the crown.” she feigns a scoff, closing her eyes as if letting herself drift back into meditative peace. “And are you the new Lady of Ischia, Aquaria?” she asks the question with eyes still closed, sinking down into the warm waters a little more, steam rising slowly around the mares as they talk. @[Aquaria] RE: bet you never could imagine - any - Aquaria - 05-11-2020 The warmth of the water was a pleasant surprise, reminding the white mare forcefully of the mineral pools in Loess. She'd spent long hours in those hot springs, letting the heat sooth her ruffled thoughts. With a flick of her ears, she looked closer at the darkly colored mare she'd come to, noted that great wings floated on the surface of the water by her sides. Strange, leathery wings. A courteous nod bowed the nereid's neck in acceptance of the stranger's name. Their eyes were opposites, saturated tones of violet and orange where they met. "I hope I haven't disturbed you, Wrena. It's a pleasure to meet you too." She laughed lightly at the woman's assertion that she had no business with the big island. That was why they had their beachmaster's arrangement, she supposed, and made a mental note that she needed to go around and visit with the masculine islanders. Later, though. For now she shrugged and smiled at the woman who's breast glowed faintly beneath the waterline. "It's a pity. We'd have met sooner, I think, if you had." She sighed, rolling her shoulders against the hot water. Humid condensation began to form on her pearly scales, mixing with sweat and dried salt. Almost too warm for comfort, but she let it flow around her anyway. If need be, there was rushing water much cooler than this only paces away. She wouldn't be making fish stew. The question that followed Wrena's sedate drowsing drew a wry smile from her lips. "Word travels," she commented, the thin webbing of her tail fanned behind her. She watched the water ripple between them for a moment. "But yes, I'm the new Dame. I don't know if you knew Eva, but she held the title before me. And my sister Adria before her." A lot to live up to, with their lengthy records of peace and kindness. @[wrena] |