12-04-2020, 10:13 PM
As the day bloomed, Marianas found that it was pleasantly warm and humid. This put him in good spirits; his skin tended to get dry, regardless of scale or hair. Flakey was rarely sexy. Flakey was itchy, ashy, and left him feeling like the overcooked turkey from Christmas Vacation.
He had started his path in the meadow as the soft morning rays yawned across the waving sea of grasses, and time remained an afterthought rolling off of his gilded shoulders. He had absently plucked a stalk of black-eyed susans with his soft mahogany lips, swishing the prairie flowers back and forth in his mouth as he strolled beneath the cloudless sky. His silvery fin-mane lay relaxed against his neck and his coat stood in lieu of his polished Nereid scales.
After perusing hill and meadow for grasses to sample, he gathered up his buttery-yellow flowers and ambled down towards the river. The rush of water was magnetic, reeling in his mariner’s heart effortlessly, casually. He could never stay away for long.
An easy smile rested on his lips as he drew himself to his haunches beneath the dappled light of a large oak. He doubted it troubled itself with the daily affairs of those who rested beneath its strong twists and arches, though he thanked it for the generous shade it provided to drifters passing by.
Sitting just shy of the rapid river, Marianas gently tossed his bouquet into the liquid fray, thinking of his sister. The day was kind and he dared allow himself to imagine that they’d reach her someday, wherever she was, whether above water or eternally beneath it.
marianas
how the heavens they opened up
with arms of dazzling gold