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Syrena
let the water take me
Once, he would have been right. Once, she would have been out to get him. Now though? Oh, now she could hardly do anything at all. What, tangle him in some seaweed and let him drown. Granted, he could break out of the seaweed, wouldn’t drown, and even if he did, she couldn’t take his years for her own. So what was the point in killing him? It would accomplish nothing, except to remind her of what she once could do.
Once. That was a common word in her vocabulary now. She was growing tired of it. How she wanted to move past the once, but still, she didn’t know how. The waves lap at her legs and she stifles a sigh, thinking only, Tell me what to do, sisters, though giving nothing away to the stallion beside her. It grates on her that he stands here, being far too polite and far too unaware of what she is. Was.
Damn past tense.
Finally, she turns a bit to face him, knowing this is how one is supposed to act. Knowing that if anything is to change, it’s going to have to be her first. Oh, how impossible a task that seemed. “No, not everyone’s. But if you wish for companionship, there are monsters in the sea that would oblige you. It is likely not the type of companionship you seek though.”
Yes Syrena, this is exactly how one makes friends. This is clearly how one changes. But she cannot help it, and the words are out before she even thinks about it. Too late to turn back now. Perhaps she truly cannot change, cannot be anything than what she was once meant to be.
Could she be that again? Is there a way for her here?
“Have you heard of sirens, Lotherarius?” she adds, acknowledging his name before adding, “Syrena.”
"words"
Once. That was a common word in her vocabulary now. She was growing tired of it. How she wanted to move past the once, but still, she didn’t know how. The waves lap at her legs and she stifles a sigh, thinking only, Tell me what to do, sisters, though giving nothing away to the stallion beside her. It grates on her that he stands here, being far too polite and far too unaware of what she is. Was.
Damn past tense.
Finally, she turns a bit to face him, knowing this is how one is supposed to act. Knowing that if anything is to change, it’s going to have to be her first. Oh, how impossible a task that seemed. “No, not everyone’s. But if you wish for companionship, there are monsters in the sea that would oblige you. It is likely not the type of companionship you seek though.”
Yes Syrena, this is exactly how one makes friends. This is clearly how one changes. But she cannot help it, and the words are out before she even thinks about it. Too late to turn back now. Perhaps she truly cannot change, cannot be anything than what she was once meant to be.
Could she be that again? Is there a way for her here?
“Have you heard of sirens, Lotherarius?” she adds, acknowledging his name before adding, “Syrena.”
"words"
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