Paint the sky blue; Eva, Aquaria

[Eva]

your waves are pulling me under
i'm caught in your riptide

The warm spring days washed in like the familiar tide on the shores of Ischia. It was a comforting embrace; she welcomed the return of warmer days to come as summer drifted in on the spring winds. The harsh tropical storms came and went, and the days passed just as rain fell every few weeks. She waited for the wakening of the warmth, basking in the richness and humid days she often enjoys. Even in the late spring, her body remained an incubation for new life to come. Her belly swelled like a large beachball, obviously indicating she was going to be a mother to twins once again. It had been a great surprise to Eva that she was going to be a mother to twins again, but knowing Velkan, she knew now to always expect to have more than one. It seemed his own nature was keen on ensuring a successful lineage without asking her thoughts on it at all. She doesn’t argue with such things now. Eva only wishes for the twins to come soon, but she knows any minute and day her two new bundles of joy will be here. For now, she enjoys the quite moments of isolation that remain before summer comes and invites all to visit the tropical Island. Although, it seems her time for some peace and quiet do not exist today. An old, yet familiar call reaches her purple years. Curiously, her golden eyes peer out from the shade of the jungle canopy near the northern lake with the waterfall. In the distance, she spots the familiar white colored stallion—Ruinam. Her lips curve up into a warm smile naturally. She lifts herself up from her the quiet place of rest and makes her way towards him. With every step she waddles like a duck, it’s a comical sight to see. Eva wouldn’t be surprised if Ruinam burst out laughing at seeing her move the way she does now. Reaching Ruinam sometime later—it certainly had felt like hours to her. The sea mare warm expression grows bigger. “Hello Ruinam,” she greets with a musical sound. “It’s good to see you. I hope you have been well.” She found the white stallion to be a sight for sore eyes, regardless if he had come here for personal or political reasons. Eva knew that the warmer seasons brought many visitors to check in on the faring of Ischia.

Eva

the dame of ischia

@[Ruinam] @[Aquaria]