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eleven minutes away; any - Moira - 08-21-2021 The felis marus kitten that she’d found on the beach during the Darkness is now a fully grown cat. He is the lord of the little stretch of beach that Moira considers home, and he announces this to her by butting his head firmly against hers. The nereid groans, and rolls over, and for a few minutes the catfish is contented by playing with the resulting bubbles that float toward the surface. But then he is back at it again, and with a groan the purple-finned mare resigns herself to being awake. Absentmindedly she strokes the tomcat with ripples of water, and he purrs happily. Overhead, she sees the shadow of the kingfisher that is her constant companion, and knows that he is searching for breakfast. She breaks the surface and climbs onto the beach, heading toward one of the inland groves where she knows there is good grazing and ripe fruit. She almost turns toward her mother’s beach, but muscle memory is stopped by the reminder that Aquaria is still with family. Moira had gone as well, but she’s home now, and finds that she has missed Ischia more than she’d expected. She finds herself on a path she’s taken only a few times before, the winding trail toward the central waterfall of the big island. When she reaches the pool at the base, Moira takes a moment to appreciate the view. The cascades of mist hide the distant rocky base, and there is something nearly magical about it. The nereid steps into water but does not fully shift, instead enjoying the way the water feels against her hooved legs and closing her seafoam eyes in delight at the perfect temperature of the water as it splashes against her sides. RE: eleven minutes away; any - neuna - 08-21-2021 with rushing thread of brazen spindles. @Moira RE: eleven minutes away; any - Moira - 08-22-2021 Even as she enjoys the cool mist on her face and the warmth of the water, Moira is aware of the hollow churning of her belly. She’s not eaten since noon the day before. She’d spent the evening catching up with the pod of dolphins that roam the waters in what Moira thinks of as the Ischiandres Sea, the volcanic warmed straight that separates the black Islandres sands from the pristine Ischian white. Collapsing with exhaustion in her coral nest near midnight, the young nereid had slept soundly since and her hunger grows ravenous. She should have eaten before she came to the waterfall, Moira decides, but has just decided to try some of the duckweed at her feet when the sound of a voice distracts her. Amethyst eyes open to find a girl as pink as a conch-heart standing at the edge of the water. Moira is surprised but happily so, and she turns swiftly to face the other horse. The lack of hair along her neck makes finned Moira sure that this is one of the triplets. She and Acionna had counted them even if they hadn’t met them, and Moira is still very sure she’d one seen a blue quadruplet once, but it might have been a dream. She hadn’t been able to walk easily on land for long periods until recently, and realizes now that she has many more opportunities opened up to her. This too makes her grin, and she comes closer on dark legs hatched in gold and blue-violet scales. “I’m Moira!” She says, grateful to be in shallow water when she first introduces herself. Her voice is lilting and ariose, carrying with it a summons to the water that she does her best to dampen. She opens her mouth to say something else. But nothing comes out. What exactly does she say to someone that has lived on the other side of the beach for most of the daylight that Moira remembers? What would her mother say, Moira thinks? “How...how are you?” She is uncertain in her words, but still visibly merry. “Did you come here to swim?” Perhaps she’s getting in the water already, Moira thinks. She might not even notice the siren song. Though she’s never seen anyone but the kelpies in the water, her mother has said that horses do sometimes swim. The nereid has difficulty imagining it, but perhaps she’s about to find out. @[Neuna] RE: eleven minutes away; any - neuna - 08-30-2021 with rushing thread of brazen spindles. @Moira RE: eleven minutes away; any - Moira - 09-01-2021 Her smile widens at the other girls’ answer, both in empathy as well as relief that the greeting part of their conversation went so smoothly. Moira feels rather accomplished, and thinks that her mother would be suitably impressed as well. More importantly though, the other girl is coming closer to the water, which Moira is sure is already an answer to her second question. Except it is not. “You don’t...you don’t know how to swim?” Her happy expression turns to naked shock, with no small amount of concern in her green eyes. She might as well have said she doesn’t know how to walk, Moira thinks. How can she not know? But then, a little belatedly, Moira remembers being taught how to walk on dry land. She - a creature of the water - had struggled to walk on land, so it makes sense that Neuna, born on land, would need to learn swimming as well. She’s being rude, she realizes belatedly, and as soon as she does, does her best to compensate. “Could I teach you?” She offers, the brightness returning to her voice and expression. “The best parts of Ischia are below the water.” Moira hadn’t been able to teach Helion how to swim beneath the waves, but perhaps she will have more luck with Neuna. She is not a sun, after all, and perhaps water will not be so contrary to her nature. @neuna RE: eleven minutes away; any - neuna - 09-06-2021 with rushing thread of brazen spindles. @Moira RE: eleven minutes away; any - Moira - 09-19-2021 Neuna comes closer to the water, and Moira takes a step back with her hooved forelegs, moving deeper into the water to allow the other girl more room to wade in. Her curious eyes flick over the other girl’s pale skin, curious what color the other girl’s scales will be. White and pink like her hide, or something bolder? When nothing happens, Moira frowns, then realizes that she’s once more forgotten herself. Or rather, Neuna.That neuna is not a nereid. Flustered, the grullo shakes her head, and it is her turn to feel the heat of embarrassment in her cheeks. “Can you, um, go underneath the water? That’s where the corals are.” She gestures in their direction, a patch of sea that from above looks no different from the rest of the waters around Ischia. “I’m learning to make air beneath the water?” She offers, but it does not sound hopefully, as is followed by: “I’m not very good at it yet though, and that wouldn’t be good if you can’t swim.” Moira feels very small now, having offered something only to take it away. Will Neuna be upset, she wonders? She hesitates to look up, and when she does it is from beneath lowered golden lashes. @neuna |