04-29-2022, 08:22 PM
Myrna has been staring at the water, peering into the softly lapping waves as though she might be able to see Baltia far below. There is definitely something there, an unnatural glowing that reminds her of stories about Ischia. So much of the water lands seem bioluminescent, she thinks, but with her own glowing and iridescent markings she is not one to think anything over-decorated. The pale young mare paws at the soil with one curious cloven hoof (currently her only non-equine feature) and then looks up at the sound of her sister’s voice.
Are you ready, Valkyrie asks, and Myrna’s blue eyes fall to the pair of bundles between them.
Myrna had considered becoming a seal, one of the few aquatic shapes she had mastered, but had chosen instead to take the gift from the Baltians so that she can be sure it is entirely safe. Her caution is probably unwarranted (their mother had condoned their trip, after all, and wouldn’t have done so if there were danger), but she cannot help it. The carefree nature of her childhood had vanished on the night she died, and though she is quite far from a somber creature, Myrna is far less trusting than she had once been.
She takes her role as older sister seriously, and nods firmly in reply, saying: “Yep!” and stepping forward to swallow the less-unpleasant-than-she’d-expected mouthful of magic plants.
The changes come over her quickly, moving faster still as she steps into the water. What those changes are, she cannot be sure. Her shapeshifting abilities have given her an innate understanding of her own anatomy, and she is sure, somehow, that she could now breathe the water as easily as she is now breathing air.
“Are you ready?” She asks, glancing over her shoulder to see wether or not her crimson sibling has taken the plants and is ready to swim down.
@Valkyrie
Are you ready, Valkyrie asks, and Myrna’s blue eyes fall to the pair of bundles between them.
Myrna had considered becoming a seal, one of the few aquatic shapes she had mastered, but had chosen instead to take the gift from the Baltians so that she can be sure it is entirely safe. Her caution is probably unwarranted (their mother had condoned their trip, after all, and wouldn’t have done so if there were danger), but she cannot help it. The carefree nature of her childhood had vanished on the night she died, and though she is quite far from a somber creature, Myrna is far less trusting than she had once been.
She takes her role as older sister seriously, and nods firmly in reply, saying: “Yep!” and stepping forward to swallow the less-unpleasant-than-she’d-expected mouthful of magic plants.
The changes come over her quickly, moving faster still as she steps into the water. What those changes are, she cannot be sure. Her shapeshifting abilities have given her an innate understanding of her own anatomy, and she is sure, somehow, that she could now breathe the water as easily as she is now breathing air.
“Are you ready?” She asks, glancing over her shoulder to see wether or not her crimson sibling has taken the plants and is ready to swim down.
@Valkyrie