12-11-2021, 08:49 PM
“She should be.” I answer, thinking of the red general as my oldest head turns to look out over the vast spread of glowing coral below us. It is always light here in this part of Baltia, lit by the sun or the bioluminescent glow, and as Rezza and I swim higher into the water I feel the light falling away below us.
When we breach the surface, it is to a clear and cloudless sky, stars stark against the sky.
The air tastes warm and heavy, and it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust, silver pupils widening until I can see with near perfect vision. I can see the land to the north of us, stretching out to the east, nothing more than a distant darker-than-dark line on the far horizon.
There had not been land there before. I’m sure of it, and yet my younger head still turns toward Rezza, the thick tentacles along my neck flicking uncomfortably at being exposed to the air. I’d prefer to be beneath the water, but this is more important.
“I need to know what that land is.” I say aloud. “And why it’s replaced the kelp forests.”
Perhaps it has newly risen from the sea, a volcanic eruption or some other such phenomena? From this distance, even my several sharp Baltian eyes cannot make out the details of the place. They’d need to send the quickest scouts, but I consider no more details beyond that. Such worries belong to others, like the General they’d spoken of and Rezza herself.
@Rezza
When we breach the surface, it is to a clear and cloudless sky, stars stark against the sky.
The air tastes warm and heavy, and it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust, silver pupils widening until I can see with near perfect vision. I can see the land to the north of us, stretching out to the east, nothing more than a distant darker-than-dark line on the far horizon.
There had not been land there before. I’m sure of it, and yet my younger head still turns toward Rezza, the thick tentacles along my neck flicking uncomfortably at being exposed to the air. I’d prefer to be beneath the water, but this is more important.
“I need to know what that land is.” I say aloud. “And why it’s replaced the kelp forests.”
Perhaps it has newly risen from the sea, a volcanic eruption or some other such phenomena? From this distance, even my several sharp Baltian eyes cannot make out the details of the place. They’d need to send the quickest scouts, but I consider no more details beyond that. Such worries belong to others, like the General they’d spoken of and Rezza herself.
@Rezza