I'll be almost to the ocean when you open your eyes
She felt her head drift steadily downwards, until it lay cradled in sandy loam, ferns flattening beneath the weight of her webbed mane. It was felt, but only from far away. Buffered by a downy layer of woozy unreality as her did its best to seperate her from what had happened to it.
Her breathing had slowed, thinned, and the blood oozing from the deep lacerations had slowed as well. Things were happening, and she wanted to help. She was a helper, always, it was what sat at the core of her being. Her body wasn't cooperating though. It was tired and begging her for sleep, rest, anything to quiet the pounding in her head.
It wasn't until the the little body curled against her, so much warmer than expected, that Aquaria found herself swimming against the current so close to pulling her under. Her head lifted an inch or so, wanting to see what had nestled against her, but the effort was like lifting a boulder. Too much. Instead, she forced a thin hum through her lips, acknowledging the words that filtered through the fog.
"Kaimana," she breathed. Her lost little girl, elder sister to the two she hadn't met yet. Hadn't named. A name she had chosen with care, and now laid reverently here. She hoped it hadn't been like this. Not for her girl. Not with time dripping by so excruciatingly slow.
Aquaria
@[Dace]