11-10-2019, 03:48 PM
She was only a little fish in the very big sea. It was a fact that was coming clear to the pale mare who trotted along the shore. It was warm here, always warm, and she exhilarated in that fact after her recent encounter with what winter really meant. There had been compensation, of course, for the cold and discomfort. Wonderful compensation. But she more than somewhat happy to be back on her own familiar shores.
The nereid smiled as she walked along the white sand that edged the island, a delicate lacy border to the vivid green tapestry it contained. There were changes coming to the mainland, good and bad, but she had other things on her mind as well. Better than the darkness that pressed in on every side.
For a long moment, she only stood there, face lifted upward to absorb the sun's heat as completely as she could. The delicate skin that peeked between scales would burn if she stood like this too long, but it was delicious to drink in the rays of light after spending so much time shivering. With a contented sigh, she dropped her head a little, blue-violet eyes blinking the sun away.
A dark mass lay on the beach, brown and green, and that was all she could tell from this distance. Some knotted clump of drifted wood and weeds, perhaps? Something interesting, at the very least. She stepped out again, light as rain on the surf. Then she paused, near enough at last to decipher the form in the sand.
A mare, dark and green, the long tendrils of her mane and tail spread wildly across the sand. Aquaria stepped closer, cautiously, fearing the worst. It would not be impossible she realized, if a horse were to fall (or jump) into the sea from the mainland, for their body to wash up on the barrier island that was Ischia.
This disturbing first thought was quickly dismissed, however. The mare was breathing, for a start, if shallowly. And she was not swollen with salt water, no scent of decay clung to her skin. Aquaria blinked down at her. What should she do? She'd certainly never seen this horse before, and strangers didn't typically take naps on the beach. They could, she supposed, and it wouldn't be a problem if they did. They just... didn't.
"Hey...? Hey, are you okay?" She asked finally, nudging the mare's shoulder lightly. She'd feel awful if this were just a guest trying to relax, but she wanted to make sure whoever this was wasn't hurt or sick.
@[Krone] <3<3
The nereid smiled as she walked along the white sand that edged the island, a delicate lacy border to the vivid green tapestry it contained. There were changes coming to the mainland, good and bad, but she had other things on her mind as well. Better than the darkness that pressed in on every side.
For a long moment, she only stood there, face lifted upward to absorb the sun's heat as completely as she could. The delicate skin that peeked between scales would burn if she stood like this too long, but it was delicious to drink in the rays of light after spending so much time shivering. With a contented sigh, she dropped her head a little, blue-violet eyes blinking the sun away.
A dark mass lay on the beach, brown and green, and that was all she could tell from this distance. Some knotted clump of drifted wood and weeds, perhaps? Something interesting, at the very least. She stepped out again, light as rain on the surf. Then she paused, near enough at last to decipher the form in the sand.
A mare, dark and green, the long tendrils of her mane and tail spread wildly across the sand. Aquaria stepped closer, cautiously, fearing the worst. It would not be impossible she realized, if a horse were to fall (or jump) into the sea from the mainland, for their body to wash up on the barrier island that was Ischia.
This disturbing first thought was quickly dismissed, however. The mare was breathing, for a start, if shallowly. And she was not swollen with salt water, no scent of decay clung to her skin. Aquaria blinked down at her. What should she do? She'd certainly never seen this horse before, and strangers didn't typically take naps on the beach. They could, she supposed, and it wouldn't be a problem if they did. They just... didn't.
"Hey...? Hey, are you okay?" She asked finally, nudging the mare's shoulder lightly. She'd feel awful if this were just a guest trying to relax, but she wanted to make sure whoever this was wasn't hurt or sick.
@[Krone] <3<3