08-22-2021, 08:54 AM
Even as she enjoys the cool mist on her face and the warmth of the water, Moira is aware of the hollow churning of her belly. She’s not eaten since noon the day before. She’d spent the evening catching up with the pod of dolphins that roam the waters in what Moira thinks of as the Ischiandres Sea, the volcanic warmed straight that separates the black Islandres sands from the pristine Ischian white. Collapsing with exhaustion in her coral nest near midnight, the young nereid had slept soundly since and her hunger grows ravenous.
She should have eaten before she came to the waterfall, Moira decides, but has just decided to try some of the duckweed at her feet when the sound of a voice distracts her.
Amethyst eyes open to find a girl as pink as a conch-heart standing at the edge of the water. Moira is surprised but happily so, and she turns swiftly to face the other horse. The lack of hair along her neck makes finned Moira sure that this is one of the triplets. She and Acionna had counted them even if they hadn’t met them, and Moira is still very sure she’d one seen a blue quadruplet once, but it might have been a dream.
She hadn’t been able to walk easily on land for long periods until recently, and realizes now that she has many more opportunities opened up to her. This too makes her grin, and she comes closer on dark legs hatched in gold and blue-violet scales.
“I’m Moira!” She says, grateful to be in shallow water when she first introduces herself. Her voice is lilting and ariose, carrying with it a summons to the water that she does her best to dampen. She opens her mouth to say something else.
But nothing comes out. What exactly does she say to someone that has lived on the other side of the beach for most of the daylight that Moira remembers? What would her mother say, Moira thinks?
“How...how are you?” She is uncertain in her words, but still visibly merry. “Did you come here to swim?” Perhaps she’s getting in the water already, Moira thinks. She might not even notice the siren song. Though she’s never seen anyone but the kelpies in the water, her mother has said that horses do sometimes swim. The nereid has difficulty imagining it, but perhaps she’s about to find out.
@[Neuna]
She should have eaten before she came to the waterfall, Moira decides, but has just decided to try some of the duckweed at her feet when the sound of a voice distracts her.
Amethyst eyes open to find a girl as pink as a conch-heart standing at the edge of the water. Moira is surprised but happily so, and she turns swiftly to face the other horse. The lack of hair along her neck makes finned Moira sure that this is one of the triplets. She and Acionna had counted them even if they hadn’t met them, and Moira is still very sure she’d one seen a blue quadruplet once, but it might have been a dream.
She hadn’t been able to walk easily on land for long periods until recently, and realizes now that she has many more opportunities opened up to her. This too makes her grin, and she comes closer on dark legs hatched in gold and blue-violet scales.
“I’m Moira!” She says, grateful to be in shallow water when she first introduces herself. Her voice is lilting and ariose, carrying with it a summons to the water that she does her best to dampen. She opens her mouth to say something else.
But nothing comes out. What exactly does she say to someone that has lived on the other side of the beach for most of the daylight that Moira remembers? What would her mother say, Moira thinks?
“How...how are you?” She is uncertain in her words, but still visibly merry. “Did you come here to swim?” Perhaps she’s getting in the water already, Moira thinks. She might not even notice the siren song. Though she’s never seen anyone but the kelpies in the water, her mother has said that horses do sometimes swim. The nereid has difficulty imagining it, but perhaps she’s about to find out.
@[Neuna]