08-21-2021, 07:21 PM
The felis marus kitten that she’d found on the beach during the Darkness is now a fully grown cat. He is the lord of the little stretch of beach that Moira considers home, and he announces this to her by butting his head firmly against hers. The nereid groans, and rolls over, and for a few minutes the catfish is contented by playing with the resulting bubbles that float toward the surface.
But then he is back at it again, and with a groan the purple-finned mare resigns herself to being awake. Absentmindedly she strokes the tomcat with ripples of water, and he purrs happily. Overhead, she sees the shadow of the kingfisher that is her constant companion, and knows that he is searching for breakfast.
She breaks the surface and climbs onto the beach, heading toward one of the inland groves where she knows there is good grazing and ripe fruit. She almost turns toward her mother’s beach, but muscle memory is stopped by the reminder that Aquaria is still with family.
Moira had gone as well, but she’s home now, and finds that she has missed Ischia more than she’d expected. She finds herself on a path she’s taken only a few times before, the winding trail toward the central waterfall of the big island. When she reaches the pool at the base, Moira takes a moment to appreciate the view. The cascades of mist hide the distant rocky base, and there is something nearly magical about it.
The nereid steps into water but does not fully shift, instead enjoying the way the water feels against her hooved legs and closing her seafoam eyes in delight at the perfect temperature of the water as it splashes against her sides.
But then he is back at it again, and with a groan the purple-finned mare resigns herself to being awake. Absentmindedly she strokes the tomcat with ripples of water, and he purrs happily. Overhead, she sees the shadow of the kingfisher that is her constant companion, and knows that he is searching for breakfast.
She breaks the surface and climbs onto the beach, heading toward one of the inland groves where she knows there is good grazing and ripe fruit. She almost turns toward her mother’s beach, but muscle memory is stopped by the reminder that Aquaria is still with family.
Moira had gone as well, but she’s home now, and finds that she has missed Ischia more than she’d expected. She finds herself on a path she’s taken only a few times before, the winding trail toward the central waterfall of the big island. When she reaches the pool at the base, Moira takes a moment to appreciate the view. The cascades of mist hide the distant rocky base, and there is something nearly magical about it.
The nereid steps into water but does not fully shift, instead enjoying the way the water feels against her hooved legs and closing her seafoam eyes in delight at the perfect temperature of the water as it splashes against her sides.