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Take what you can - Syrena - 11-28-2016
Syrena
let the water take me
She comes here because in the end, it is where she always goes. The ocean. It calls to her in a way the pools of the Hidden Falls cannot. Not even the hidden pool of the Storyteller, the one that she has almost entirely to herself. She probably isn’t supposed to just swim around in the sacred pool of the Falls, but she does. It’s not like she’s constantly bothering the Earth God or anything. She’s just lounging in the water he’s provided her. And so far, no earthquake has come to swallow her up for blasphemy or anything. So it’s probably okay. But still, it is not the sea. It is not home. Not really. The Falls was the place she called home, yes. It was the place she served, the place she toiled and built and worked for. But it was not home. Nothing could be in the way the sea had been once. She’s not longer entitled to the sea, though the seaweed from Kisamoa gave her access to the water in a way she has missed terribly. Still though, she comes anyway. The sound of the waves is calming, and if she listens hard enough on a quiet day, she swears she can hear her sisters singing. And now, after the strange encounter between Kisamoa and the Moon Goddess, she could stand in the cavern and watch the undersea world. On a cold day like today (hell, like all of Frostfall), it gives her a way to access the sea without freezing. Not that she wouldn’t freeze in order to go for a swim, but today, she contents herself with the cavern. Fish flash through the coral reef, some so new and strange that even she has never seen them before. She watches with a fascination that does not translate to her everyday life, enjoying the moment of peace and happiness that finds her here. It is always short lived, and so, she takes what she can. "words" darya87 | larfsalot on deviantart @Zubari RE: Take what you can - Zubari - 12-01-2016 Lyrics @Syrena RE: Take what you can - Syrena - 12-28-2016
Syrena
let the water take me
Knowledge is power. Wallowing in self-pity is not. It’s a lesson she’s only learned recently, and only now does she realize just how much time she wasted in Helovia when she could have been learning. Other herds come knocking on her door asking for stories that she does not have to give. It’s exhausting somedays, chasing those stories, chasing knowledge that she should have already had. She’s new enough to Helovia that there is, at least, much she shouldn’t know. But she doesn’t know as much as she should. Like the damn invasion of the Falls. She was there, and she spent most of it being pissed that her bath has been interrupted. So yes, she knows there was an invasion led by some from the Edge and she thinks the Basin, but she couldn’t tell you why or who or anything beyond that. And this, at least, she should know. She should know how her home began, but all she knows is it wasn’t always the Hidden Falls. But she knows no more than that. She shouldn’t be wasting time at the sea, but sometimes, she just needs a break. She’s tired and achy and cold and miserable all the damn time and she’s tired of smiling at strangers. But of course, she doesn’t get a break. Instead, something quite literally runs into her rump and she goes reeling away trying impossibly hard not to scream. “What the he…” but her words get cut off as she smashes into the glass wall that holds the ocean at bay and when she sees the child that had run into her. She may be a grouch, but he was a child, and she managed some small soft spot for children. He’s already apologizing, and she just nods slightly, straighten herself out and getting off the damn glass wall. She needed to learn to deal with touch. Reeling away and nearly smashing a few bones to bits was not an acceptable way to handle anything, let alone an innocent accident. Crowds were becoming a constant in her life – how could she avoid touch forever? The thought sends shivers down her spine though, because it is one thing she is not sure she can learn to change. “Syrena,” she offers after a long pause when the boy’s barrage of questions comes to a halt. It takes her a minute to process all the questions, and a minute not to just walk the hell away. But she thinks of the little filly who’d found her in the ocean and left a damn dent in her heart, and she softens a bit. Not that a smile crosses her face, or that her voice is anything but deadpan, but she simply looks a bit more approachable. “The world as in Helovia, or the world outside its borders? There’s a very big world outside this one.” She begins, which is not a helpful answer at all. But she sticks with it anyway. “And where are you from, so I know what other Gods you seek to learn of? There are four in Helovia total. I can’t say how they got their powers, or even if they are bossed around.” Though she suspects he’s probably right, she wonders by what rules the Gods operate. They must have some, to maintain balance in the world or something. But in truth, she does not know. Could she ask the Earth God – would he answer such questions? And when did she start to care? "words" darya87 | larfsalot on deviantart @Zubari - I'm so sorry for the wait! December was a little crazy RE: Take what you can - Zubari - 01-01-2017 Lyrics @Syrena RE: Take what you can - Syrena - 01-02-2017
Syrena
let the water take me
“I am not most adults,” she says simply. Because this is terribly true. Even in Helovia, she is rather unique. Without manners or social graces, half fish (siren and kelpie, but without her powers she might as well be half fish), and generally impossible to be around. Children don’t think quite so hard about the lack of emotion on her face and in her voice though. They don’t waste time with small talk. And truthfully, they are smart. This one is full of words, running a mile a minute, and she can’t quite keep up. Some words make it in, others drift past her ears. But she catches enough of it. He may have a lot of questions, but they weren’t necessarily bad questions. Did any of the adults she knew wonder about why the gods kept them around? Why they didn’t just crush the measly little mortals under their feet? Probably not. “There are lands outside Helovia. I used to travel many of them, moving from place to place. I am sure I have not seen them all.” So many of the lands Helovia’s hail from were unknown to her. Any that did not touch the sea would have slipped past her notice. Others? She was not sure even she could have traveled the whole world, even when her powers were intact. “Your father wants you safe, I imagine. My mother never cared what I did. There are pros and cons to each style of parenting.” For instance, you could grow up alone like she did, and end up like her. Basically inept at small talk and social cues. Preferring the company of your own shadow. Though too sheltered, and how could you ever learn to navigate the world for yourself? Not that she’s ever put much thought into parenting. It’s not like she’s dying to be a mother. “In Helovia, there are four gods. The Earth God, the patron of the Hidden Falls and the god I serve. The Time God, who created the Aurora Basin, and the Sun God from the Dragon’s Throat. And of course, your goddess, who did indeed make this tunnel.” She knew a bit of a Time God, the most the Earth God, some of his goddess. The Sun God was a complete stranger to her, his stories still missing from her slowly growing collection. She ponders his question more, wondering why the Gods keep them around. It’s not like she can know, not really, but she can speculate at least. “Perhaps we are like children to them. Why does you father keep you around? He does not need you as you need him. But I assume he loves you, that you bring him pride and joy.” Though perhaps it is some entirely different reason. She will never know for sure, but she can offer her thoughts. "words" darya87 | larfsalot on deviantart @Zubari |