Syrena

let the water take me

It’s probably a miracle that Syrena is even out of the pools on a day like today. It’s miserable hot, and she’s only been standing here for a few moments, but she’s already regretting bothering with the stranger on their border. Hot is not her favorite thing. Nothing is, except the sea (and when she can’t have the sea, any other body of water). Despite the water in this land though, there was also quite a lot of foliage and kindling, and fires kept breaking out periodically. It was really great fun, dodging the flames as she tried to get the hell out of the way.

Why did she live here? Seriously. Someone answer that. Because she’s really starting to wonder herself.

Ah, but here she is. And she’s already greeted the stranger, which means she probably just can’t walk away. So instead, she tries to keep the scowl off her face at her own stupid ideas, and stays put. Waiting for the mare to say something. Syrena would laugh if she could read thoughts. She did not think herself beautiful, particularly out of the water. On land, she was plain and gray, more a seal than siren. Yes, she had fins instead of feathers, some patches of scaling. She was different, but she was not beautiful.

There were so many beautiful creatures around here. Adorned with all variety of items and markings, painted with every color of the rainbow. And then there was Syrena. Large and imposing, perhaps, but far from beautiful. She was a monster, no matter how much she tried to pretend otherwise. It would, in truth, surprise her to learn just how many consider her to be beautiful. Because she does not agree. But of course, she can’t read minds, so it doesn’t matter anyway.

The mare’s answer is something of a half answer. Syrena stifles a sigh, because she hates wasting time and beating around the bush. But apparently that’s what horses do in the world of kingdoms. Alright, fine. “No idea if he’s still here, but I don’t get out much,” she offers, trying to sound friendly, though the joke falls flat in her emotionless voice. She steps aside though, nodding her way into the kingdom. “I can’t tell you you can stay, but we can try to find Brisa or someone else who has that power. Probably it’s fine.”

After all, the Falls was pretty damn quiet. They needed members. Even strange, timid ones from a world Syrena hardly knows anything about. “I’m Syrena. We’ll go find some shade and water at least. It’s hot as hell out here.” And, not waiting to make sure the mare is following, she plunges back into the Falls in search of a cooler place, and someone to help the mare out.


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