01-18-2019, 12:31 AM
A year old, and the island and her surrounding seas could no longer hold her. Mom and Da had raised her more of the sea than not, though some of her fondest memories involved the cove she'd been born in. Sheltering in both the stoney cliffsides and the depths of her family's love, the nereid filly had grown strong in mind and body.
In the year since her birth, Aquaria had begun her morphosis from brassy champagne to a pearlier tone. One day, she would be foam white from head to tail. Today, her slim form stood halfway between, ruddy shoulders bleeding into silvery belly, and the promise of her adult beauty already blooming in her figure. As irascible as the tide, the girl had kissed her mother's cheek this morning, and left her home for adventures of her own. As the youngest of three, she felt it was more than time to see the world for herself.
As happens to most sea creatures as one point or another, they discover that the waters they come from are fed by many smaller ones. Such was the way she found herself at the mouth of the river. It tasted different on her inexperienced tongue. No familiar tang of salt, instead it flowed with silt and snow melt, swollen in the warmth of spring.
Curiosity pricked at her, a trait she couldn't have escaped if she'd wanted to. Inquisitive as a minnow, the cream scaled filly struck out against the current, feeling the tingle of power tugging at her blood as she swam. One day, when she was a bit bigger maybe, she'd be able to cast her will on the water just like Mom and Adria could. For now, it was enough that she could swim and not be overpowered by the flow of the river. For now.
Her delicate hooves sank into the black mud of the riverbed, sticking and clinging until the water's movement cleaned it away. Blinking at the sunlight rippling on the surface above her, she marveled at the glimmering white bellies of trout as they swam over her head. A giggle escaped her, the pure joy at doing something so unplanned. The froth of bubbles that sprang from her delicate muzzle tickled the fish, making them dart away in surprise.
Beneath her feet the riverbed rose, the banks spreading wide in what must be a ford to those who couldn't swim so well as she. A set of darkly gleaming legs swirled and eddied the river around them, catching the sea girl's interest immediately. Strange colored legs, scaled like her own. Soon she had walked uphill far enough for her head to break the surface, deep blue-violet eyes blinking away the river water until her quarry came into focus.
"Hallo, lady!" She greeted in a piping voice. Shaking the water from her head and neck Aquaria smiled brightly up at the taller mare. She was a lovely creature, to be sure. Almost as beautiful as the mares in her own family. Perhaps they were relations? She had met some relatives not so long ago, an uncle and cousin. But the scales, those were things from Mom, mout Da's side of the family. Tilting her head, she waited to see what the flower adorned female would do. She had an air about her, like a baby dolphin separated from its pod. Lost, and alone and not quite sure what to do with itself. Maybe she could help her find her pod?
@[evia]
In the year since her birth, Aquaria had begun her morphosis from brassy champagne to a pearlier tone. One day, she would be foam white from head to tail. Today, her slim form stood halfway between, ruddy shoulders bleeding into silvery belly, and the promise of her adult beauty already blooming in her figure. As irascible as the tide, the girl had kissed her mother's cheek this morning, and left her home for adventures of her own. As the youngest of three, she felt it was more than time to see the world for herself.
As happens to most sea creatures as one point or another, they discover that the waters they come from are fed by many smaller ones. Such was the way she found herself at the mouth of the river. It tasted different on her inexperienced tongue. No familiar tang of salt, instead it flowed with silt and snow melt, swollen in the warmth of spring.
Curiosity pricked at her, a trait she couldn't have escaped if she'd wanted to. Inquisitive as a minnow, the cream scaled filly struck out against the current, feeling the tingle of power tugging at her blood as she swam. One day, when she was a bit bigger maybe, she'd be able to cast her will on the water just like Mom and Adria could. For now, it was enough that she could swim and not be overpowered by the flow of the river. For now.
Her delicate hooves sank into the black mud of the riverbed, sticking and clinging until the water's movement cleaned it away. Blinking at the sunlight rippling on the surface above her, she marveled at the glimmering white bellies of trout as they swam over her head. A giggle escaped her, the pure joy at doing something so unplanned. The froth of bubbles that sprang from her delicate muzzle tickled the fish, making them dart away in surprise.
Beneath her feet the riverbed rose, the banks spreading wide in what must be a ford to those who couldn't swim so well as she. A set of darkly gleaming legs swirled and eddied the river around them, catching the sea girl's interest immediately. Strange colored legs, scaled like her own. Soon she had walked uphill far enough for her head to break the surface, deep blue-violet eyes blinking away the river water until her quarry came into focus.
"Hallo, lady!" She greeted in a piping voice. Shaking the water from her head and neck Aquaria smiled brightly up at the taller mare. She was a lovely creature, to be sure. Almost as beautiful as the mares in her own family. Perhaps they were relations? She had met some relatives not so long ago, an uncle and cousin. But the scales, those were things from Mom, mout Da's side of the family. Tilting her head, she waited to see what the flower adorned female would do. She had an air about her, like a baby dolphin separated from its pod. Lost, and alone and not quite sure what to do with itself. Maybe she could help her find her pod?
@[evia]