Oh, Adria understands the duality of their existence. Part sea creature, part land creature, able to inhabit two worlds. A conflicted life; you can’t seem to devote yourself wholly to either land or water so you constantly move between them.
From a very early age her mother Nyxa, the first Nereid, had warned Adria what to expect of a long unfolding future. “There are few like us,” She warned her daughter, knowing that a filly wouldn’t be a filly forever - eventually curiosity would spark and a desire for companionship would grow, “I was lucky that your father grew to be more like us. But we’re rare, darling.”
The sea would always call a Nereid home. Sadly, there were so few creatures in Beqanna able to follow that calling.
The older Adria grew, the worse that longing became and the more unfulfilled it felt. Eventually the dark basin of Hyaline’s lakebottom lost her interest. She decided on a whim to head out, swimming into the River’s current, where the waterway bent and twisted between snow-capped mountain ranges and the chill of icy rapids sank through her impossibly thick, seasonal coat. The further she swam, the more silty the water became and each bank spread wider apart from one another. Eventually Adria found herself rolling peacefully through the belly of an immensely squat, deep river and she could feel the subtle change of temperature. A current was different here, tainted with sediment and hints of salt.
Using her gift to control the waters around her, Adria sank like a gator to the bottom of the murky depths and walked forward as if she were on dry land, eager to watch the film clear and reveal the area where Beqanna’s great ocean met her freshwater cousin.
However, the faint cry of Get a grip on yourself! steals her attention and the fuzzy, submerged waterhorse perks up. In her naive sense of mind, she considers that someone might possibly be drowning so, like a truly considerate creature of the deep, Adria sends a powerful wave curling outward towards the gaping bay. It drags debris in its wake with great force and she smiles to see it go. There! She thinks, pleased, That will sweep them up and put them back to dry land.
upon my journey i must go, to where the river flows
Adria
@[Eva]