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Syrena
let the water take me
There is no particular rhyme or reason she ends up here. Yes, there’s water (it’s rare she goes places without water), but it’s not the part of the sea she loves here, nor is it particularly cool. Not that there’s much of anywhere that’s cool lately, though the north is at least tolerable. But the sun is brutal everywhere, so in the end, she decides she might as well go somewhere new. Which is how she ends up in the flats, everything about this place slightly disorienting. Everything blends together, and in the light of day, this place is nearly impossible. But thankfully, she’s not stupid enough to travel in the middle of the day. The sun in setting, and soon the moon and darkness will reign.
Evening is her favorite time of day. It is beautiful, the way the sky turns colors that are never consistent from day to day. In truth, it reminds her of her own useless, passive magic. It’s a beautiful magic, though nothing more than a parlor trick. In a strange way, it makes her feel better to know that even the sky and the sun, such powerful things, have a few useless tricks as well. And yet useless though they may be, how many stop to watch the kaleidoscope of colors each evening? How many are amazed by such a simple thing?
She wades into the water. In the shallows here, the water is warm, turning her legs orange and red and yellow, as if to match the sky. They are similar colors today, and she wades further into the water, turning more of her gray seal-like skin to bright, vivid colors. Despite the warm water, it is a relief from the heat here anyway, and she’s content in the moment. In the sunset and the quiet. It wouldn’t last, certainly. Somehow it never does in Helovia. But for the moment, she will enjoy it.
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@Albrecht
Evening is her favorite time of day. It is beautiful, the way the sky turns colors that are never consistent from day to day. In truth, it reminds her of her own useless, passive magic. It’s a beautiful magic, though nothing more than a parlor trick. In a strange way, it makes her feel better to know that even the sky and the sun, such powerful things, have a few useless tricks as well. And yet useless though they may be, how many stop to watch the kaleidoscope of colors each evening? How many are amazed by such a simple thing?
She wades into the water. In the shallows here, the water is warm, turning her legs orange and red and yellow, as if to match the sky. They are similar colors today, and she wades further into the water, turning more of her gray seal-like skin to bright, vivid colors. Despite the warm water, it is a relief from the heat here anyway, and she’s content in the moment. In the sunset and the quiet. It wouldn’t last, certainly. Somehow it never does in Helovia. But for the moment, she will enjoy it.
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@Albrecht
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