10-26-2020, 03:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-26-2020, 03:55 PM by Starsonder.)
The jungle seems alive with life, and the filly's gaze traces the tree-line, drawn to every little movement. But when the sounds of a distinctly equine set of steps cause her to turn her head, it's back towards the waves. Not so far away, a winged colt is shaking the water from his body, and a startled snort escapes her as her honey eyes widen. She hadn't noticed him while she was crossing, and surely if he was swimming so close she should have seen his head at least... unless...
"Are you one of the water-horses?" she asks in an awe-struck tone. But as their questions seem to collide mid-air, she laughs and pauses to hear what he has to say. His tone is gruff, but this doesn't put her off. No, he seemed to be the age of her older half-siblings, and from her experience, that was just how teenagers liked to talk. But what he says does make her wonder.
"Should I not be here?" Her question is sincere, but her tone is doubtful. She thought a year was plenty old enough for crossing sandbars without supervision. Mother had spoken of visiting Ischia before, so she didn't see why it would be any different for her to do so, but she hadn't considered that maybe the rules had changed until now. A flicker of confusion crosses her face as she wonders if maybe she did make a mistake. It's followed by a brief moment of dread, as something about Beachmasters comes to mind, and she wonders if she went to the wrong island.
"This is Ischia, right?"
"Are you one of the water-horses?" she asks in an awe-struck tone. But as their questions seem to collide mid-air, she laughs and pauses to hear what he has to say. His tone is gruff, but this doesn't put her off. No, he seemed to be the age of her older half-siblings, and from her experience, that was just how teenagers liked to talk. But what he says does make her wonder.
"Should I not be here?" Her question is sincere, but her tone is doubtful. She thought a year was plenty old enough for crossing sandbars without supervision. Mother had spoken of visiting Ischia before, so she didn't see why it would be any different for her to do so, but she hadn't considered that maybe the rules had changed until now. A flicker of confusion crosses her face as she wonders if maybe she did make a mistake. It's followed by a brief moment of dread, as something about Beachmasters comes to mind, and she wonders if she went to the wrong island.
"This is Ischia, right?"
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