07-04-2021, 02:13 PM
Thresh had been tossed into the sea at a few days old, a ritual practice by his people. They offer their brightest newborn to the Coral Goddess so that her palette might remain ever fresh. He’d washed back in with the next tide, a sign of great fortune, but he has never forgotten the taste of saltwater in his mouth, never again enjoyed the tug of waves and his feet.
When he had chosen to leave his homeland, when he had asked the Coral Goddess for a new life, he had not thought she would be so cruel as to put him back in the ocean.
Now he struggles through the shallows, making his way toward dry land with a single-minded determination. This is surely a large continent, he thinks. So he will make his way inland, Thresh decides, he will find a desert, will make himself a home.
Instead he finds a mare, one who’d probably been sleeping before he’d come across her, and he stills. She looks...uncomfortable, though he is not sure he could say how. She looks strange too, finned and colorless, and Thresh wonders if perhaps she is ill.
Is she even really awake, he wonders? So he calls out tentatively: “Hello?”
When he had chosen to leave his homeland, when he had asked the Coral Goddess for a new life, he had not thought she would be so cruel as to put him back in the ocean.
Now he struggles through the shallows, making his way toward dry land with a single-minded determination. This is surely a large continent, he thinks. So he will make his way inland, Thresh decides, he will find a desert, will make himself a home.
Instead he finds a mare, one who’d probably been sleeping before he’d come across her, and he stills. She looks...uncomfortable, though he is not sure he could say how. She looks strange too, finned and colorless, and Thresh wonders if perhaps she is ill.
Is she even really awake, he wonders? So he calls out tentatively: “Hello?”