Deiti
I watch as a sudden spark ignites across his face when I speak of my lineage. He repeats what he already knows, my name, and I can't help but chuckle. I am about to jest again at his slowness when he mentions my sister Demi.
With ears perked forwards I think if I had seen any other forms within the sea before coming onto the beach. It had been quite dark then, even now as the sun threatens to lighten the skies with a dusky hue, she would have been easy to miss in that form. With a light shake of my head I reply, "I'm afraid I haven't seen Demi since our parent's death." It had been a devastating and sudden occurrence, tearing apart their family at the very seams.
My delicate face softens with sadness as I think of that day, my head turning to the waters now, "I had taken to my sea and her the air that day," I remember it as if it was yesterday. Their other sister Embark had been left to the land as all three sisters retreated to their given elements to grieve. Could they really all be back together?
Suddenly a sense of hope washes over me as I turn back to Ruhr, "Demi is here? My sister is back?!" Gone are the lines of strife on my face when I think of seeing her again.
The sun's rays begin to dazzle the morning sky in various shades of gold and red as I turn my dark form to the sea, the waters lapping at my heels. My slitted eyes look out across the vast blue abyss. The surface is calm, as it is most mornings, but there is a slight disturbance in the glass like surface. An upwards rippling effect only caused by movement underneath.
My body squares off and steadies on my four hooved limbs with a twitch of my dark tail. I watch as the ripples begin to form a waved ridge as it begins to break the barrier between sea and sky. The form isn't large enough to be of my kind, and with no dorsal fin it is unlikely to be a cetacean or fish. I lean back on my hunches slightly as the black and white creature launches from the water and into the air. Saltwater sprays against my scaled flesh as the penguin clears over me and simultaneously shifts into the winged form of an owl.
My head twists, eyes following the silver laced creature as it flies off a short distance then does a circle back. I can make out the mismatched hues of its eyes and no doubt enters my mind that this is my sister. A smile -much too large for my face- spreads as my face uplifts to watch the owl approach silently, lowering to the sands and shifting once again.
This form, of cherry and cream, is the one I remember most. She retains a trotting speed, an equally large smile on her face. Deiti! She calls in excitement as I turn to face her.
Within moments she is in reach, and I find myself closing the distance, wrapping my neck around hers. "It has been too long sister," I say simply before I pull away. "How have you been? I met your friend here trying to get in touch with his Baltian ancestors," I snicker lightly while I turn to look at Ruhr, a grin tugging at my lips.
