Wrena had been left in peace for hours, just soaking, doing nothing at all to earn her spot among the fronds and water of Ischia’s islands. She had turned the waters hot with the fire she can invoke with her magic, how handy. The power lets her chest turn ember orange and red, creeping up her throat until she can emit roars of scorching flame. After having the fun little trick since birth, she’s got all sorts of uses for it ̶ making one’s own perfect ‘thermal pool ’is just one of many. The heat helps her muscles relax, and best of all, washes the grit and kelpie from under fur.
Aquaria’s presence doesn’t draw a frown from the dragongirl, even though she has disturbed her peace after all. She rises just a little from the water, un-slouching her lithe body and adjusting her leathery black wings. “Aquaria,” she repeats with a warm purr, “Wrena.” she nods with something resembling a smile curving her dark lips. Her eyes, the color pumpkins roasted under a flame, keep with Aqaria’s as she slips into the water before her and the slithering smooth motion brings an actual smile to her face. The Nereid Queen, Adria, did the same when they met… as they met the same way, even. Turns out Wrena has always loved having a good soak at the waterfalls. “Pleasure to meet you, Aquaria.” she says her name again and this time it sounds more familiar in her mouth, as if she’s said it many times before. “I’ve lived here for many years, but I have to admit, I never seek the company of the other Ischians, or do much to serve the crown.” she feigns a scoff, closing her eyes as if letting herself drift back into meditative peace.
“And are you the new Lady of Ischia, Aquaria?” she asks the question with eyes still closed, sinking down into the warm waters a little more, steam rising slowly around the mares as they talk.
Aquaria’s presence doesn’t draw a frown from the dragongirl, even though she has disturbed her peace after all. She rises just a little from the water, un-slouching her lithe body and adjusting her leathery black wings. “Aquaria,” she repeats with a warm purr, “Wrena.” she nods with something resembling a smile curving her dark lips. Her eyes, the color pumpkins roasted under a flame, keep with Aqaria’s as she slips into the water before her and the slithering smooth motion brings an actual smile to her face. The Nereid Queen, Adria, did the same when they met… as they met the same way, even. Turns out Wrena has always loved having a good soak at the waterfalls. “Pleasure to meet you, Aquaria.” she says her name again and this time it sounds more familiar in her mouth, as if she’s said it many times before. “I’ve lived here for many years, but I have to admit, I never seek the company of the other Ischians, or do much to serve the crown.” she feigns a scoff, closing her eyes as if letting herself drift back into meditative peace.
“And are you the new Lady of Ischia, Aquaria?” she asks the question with eyes still closed, sinking down into the warm waters a little more, steam rising slowly around the mares as they talk.
@[Aquaria]