08-10-2019, 11:39 AM
It was a beautiful morning on the island, and Aquaria had spent most of it floating peacefully in the bay. The water cooled her itchy skin, and softened the fins at her crest and tail until they rippled like gauze on the water's surface. All together, she was feeling more like herself after the previous day's hours on shore.
Every so often, she kicked her legs, pushing herself back toward the beach when the water tried to drag her back into its saline embrace. It was tempting, certainly, but she'd decided to see what the shore had to offer, so she'd stay. What she'd seen so far had been promising. Lovely scents, food that came in more flavors than "salted" and "brined".
It was pretty too, in its own way. She still prefered the jewel bright abstraction of her reef garden, the way tiny fish would dart between her legs and around her head like silver halos. She'd asked a lemon shark friend to mind things while she was away, but she'd have to go check on things in a few days. Hopefully the new clutch of baby damslefish weren't getting bullied. She'd spoken firmly with the pipefish, but the silly creature didn't always listen...
The train of thought continued this way for some time, lulled by the rocking of the waves and the gentle heat of the sun on her pearl scales. She was almost asleep when the feeling of no longer being alone roused her. The baroque weight of her neck rose dripping from the surf, glowingly violet eyes alighting on her visitor.
Every so often, she kicked her legs, pushing herself back toward the beach when the water tried to drag her back into its saline embrace. It was tempting, certainly, but she'd decided to see what the shore had to offer, so she'd stay. What she'd seen so far had been promising. Lovely scents, food that came in more flavors than "salted" and "brined".
It was pretty too, in its own way. She still prefered the jewel bright abstraction of her reef garden, the way tiny fish would dart between her legs and around her head like silver halos. She'd asked a lemon shark friend to mind things while she was away, but she'd have to go check on things in a few days. Hopefully the new clutch of baby damslefish weren't getting bullied. She'd spoken firmly with the pipefish, but the silly creature didn't always listen...
The train of thought continued this way for some time, lulled by the rocking of the waves and the gentle heat of the sun on her pearl scales. She was almost asleep when the feeling of no longer being alone roused her. The baroque weight of her neck rose dripping from the surf, glowingly violet eyes alighting on her visitor.