08-11-2019, 07:40 PM
She describes the sea, and Pteron listens with great interest. Everything about this stranger is new and wonderful and entirely impossible. She is from a world he can never visit and possesses magic abilities he cannot fathom. Even when she uses them a second time, ferrying them toward the shore on a massive wave, Pteron has difficulty tearing his eyes from her. Does she know, he wonders, how impossibly lovely she is? Would she be out here, cavorting with a creature as normal as Pteron if she did? He wants to ask if there are others like her, living here on the island. He wants to stay here too so he might never have to look away from her violet eyes.
Being slammed facefirst into the sand does eventually break his rapt attention.
He’d been letting the water move him just like Aquaria had told him too (he’d have probably taken a lungful of saltwater if she’d ask sweetly enough) and has missed their rapid arrival on the beach. The sea deposits him none too gently into the shallow water, where he trips and then flips, landing on his back with a great splash. His wings beat one in surprise, sending up a great spray of water. For a moment a rainbow appears in them, but Pteron is too busy dragging himself to his feet to even see it.
The white feathers of his wings are saturated and incredibly heavy, so the pegasus simply lets them drag in the sea. His mane covers his face, dripping stinging saltwater into his eyes until he flings it back inelegantly. There is no coming back from this, he knows, and embraces the situation as best he can.
“Someday I will impress you,” he promises the mare who has just introduced herself as Aquaria. “But I am beginning to think that today is not that day.”
As he blinks away the seawater from his eyes, he is able to take a better look at the mare in front of him. Already besotted only by the head and shoulders that were visible in the sea, he takes a long look at the petite creature on the shore ahead of him. She has traded her pearlescent scales for a pattern of cream and white dapples, and the fluttering gills have been replaced by a sleek and uninterrupted neck – save those two little seastars that cling beneath her ears.
“Aquaria,” he says, looking slightly more bedraggled than the average waterlogged pegasus. Her name is as wonderous as the rest of her, a perfect nod to her Nereid nature, and he repeats it nearly reverently. “Aquaria. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.”
@[Aquaria]
Being slammed facefirst into the sand does eventually break his rapt attention.
He’d been letting the water move him just like Aquaria had told him too (he’d have probably taken a lungful of saltwater if she’d ask sweetly enough) and has missed their rapid arrival on the beach. The sea deposits him none too gently into the shallow water, where he trips and then flips, landing on his back with a great splash. His wings beat one in surprise, sending up a great spray of water. For a moment a rainbow appears in them, but Pteron is too busy dragging himself to his feet to even see it.
The white feathers of his wings are saturated and incredibly heavy, so the pegasus simply lets them drag in the sea. His mane covers his face, dripping stinging saltwater into his eyes until he flings it back inelegantly. There is no coming back from this, he knows, and embraces the situation as best he can.
“Someday I will impress you,” he promises the mare who has just introduced herself as Aquaria. “But I am beginning to think that today is not that day.”
As he blinks away the seawater from his eyes, he is able to take a better look at the mare in front of him. Already besotted only by the head and shoulders that were visible in the sea, he takes a long look at the petite creature on the shore ahead of him. She has traded her pearlescent scales for a pattern of cream and white dapples, and the fluttering gills have been replaced by a sleek and uninterrupted neck – save those two little seastars that cling beneath her ears.
“Aquaria,” he says, looking slightly more bedraggled than the average waterlogged pegasus. Her name is as wonderous as the rest of her, a perfect nod to her Nereid nature, and he repeats it nearly reverently. “Aquaria. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.”
@[Aquaria]