12-16-2021, 04:27 AM
"All of us waves are going to be nothing! Isn’t it terrible?"
The trembling takes many more heartbeats than it should, and all of Beqanna is shaking. The violence is much louder, more ruthless, of a grander scale than any of the shakes that Tephra is used to. Trees wail their foliage and crash into one another, rocks tumble and crash, possibly trapping anyone located in caves, opening up other routes. The volcano seems to be bubbling, and the aquatic sorcerer knows to move away from any lava streams.
Into the water.
But the violence is not over yet. The land is reforming, and Tephra's southern neighbors - Sylva, Loess, and even that peninsula meadow attached to it - it's all drowning. Emerald orbs find the sinking lands as he walks the ocean floor like he has a million times, and notes a small rocky landbridge where once the highest peaks of Loess had stood. Notes the sunken grass and the few daring crustaceans and reef fish that come to explore this new territory. Notes the small animals that didn't quite make it in time; some swimming, some drifting lifelessly. Nature always finds a way; sharks and other water hunters take them and clean the area.
Into the water...
The water elemental continues and finds that something new has risen, too. Fields of sea-grass and kelp, too well-kept to be natural, come into view as he strolls on, occasionally swims a part over reefs. He has no fishtail to guide him, so he is not a quick swimmer, but his hidden gills and otherwise-flat-laying fins now keep him steady in the water. His oily fur will rid itself of the water as soon as he surfaces again, but so far, he has far too many interesting lands to explore.
As he nears what seems to be more of a settlement, he stops. The single-horned male does not wish to cross boundaries he may never come back from, but the bland curiosity is there. Tephra is an island now - best be polite with whomever the new neighbors are. The stoic male has lived too long to push buttons by being impatient. Instead, he calls out to the nearest creature he can find - provided that someone would be near, perhaps investigating their new borders.
"Hello? Is anyone here?"
Into the water.
But the violence is not over yet. The land is reforming, and Tephra's southern neighbors - Sylva, Loess, and even that peninsula meadow attached to it - it's all drowning. Emerald orbs find the sinking lands as he walks the ocean floor like he has a million times, and notes a small rocky landbridge where once the highest peaks of Loess had stood. Notes the sunken grass and the few daring crustaceans and reef fish that come to explore this new territory. Notes the small animals that didn't quite make it in time; some swimming, some drifting lifelessly. Nature always finds a way; sharks and other water hunters take them and clean the area.
Into the water...
The water elemental continues and finds that something new has risen, too. Fields of sea-grass and kelp, too well-kept to be natural, come into view as he strolls on, occasionally swims a part over reefs. He has no fishtail to guide him, so he is not a quick swimmer, but his hidden gills and otherwise-flat-laying fins now keep him steady in the water. His oily fur will rid itself of the water as soon as he surfaces again, but so far, he has far too many interesting lands to explore.
As he nears what seems to be more of a settlement, he stops. The single-horned male does not wish to cross boundaries he may never come back from, but the bland curiosity is there. Tephra is an island now - best be polite with whomever the new neighbors are. The stoic male has lived too long to push buttons by being impatient. Instead, he calls out to the nearest creature he can find - provided that someone would be near, perhaps investigating their new borders.
"Hello? Is anyone here?"
--ahti
"You are not one wave, you are part of the ocean."