Syrena

let the water take me

She really cannot believe she’s about to build a roof for a hut. This is so far from the mare she was born to be. So far from the siren she was, so far from the mare that lured men into the sea with the mere sound of her voice, so far from the immortal she could have been.

How had she fallen so far? And how hard would it be to begin to climb back?

Oh just stop it.

The questions were irrelevant. The what if’s and the could have been’s and everything in between. This was her life now. Building huts, of all things, for a collection of good-two-shoes that lived to make sure others lived long, healthy, happy lives. Ha. The irony in that is pretty great, actually.

She feeds on that train of thought as she follows Brisa around like a well trained puppy dog. In the distance, the waterfall rushes to the earth, the sound of crashing water calling her name. It was emotionally, and quite possibly physically, killing her to stay away from the water this long. But horses – plain, boring, simple horses – do not live in the water.

There’s a small pool nearby though, and she cannot help but excuse herself from Brisa for a bit, keeping tabs of where the mare is heading, and figuring she’ll catch up soon enough. But first, she slips into the pool, the warm water turning her legs and underbelly purple and red and pink. Her sigh is audible, contentment washing over her just briefly. It is not the sea, and she cannot stay here, but the moment in the water renews her determination.

By the time she’s out of the water and manages to find just where Brisa has disappeared off to, the gray mare has the better portion of a roof built. Thank the Earth God, she thinks. The idea of walking around on two feet and lashing logs with vines actually makes her shiver just slightly. Maybe she’ll learn to love it.

Ha.

“What can I do to help?” she says, skipping over the obvious pleasantries where she should be impressed at what Brisa has accomplished, or something like that. The thought doesn’t cross her mind. Offering to help is about the best step she’s going to manage today, so they can take it or leave it just like that.

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ooc :: figured we could just continue here, since Syrena said she'd help. let me know if that doesn't work for you though!