Syrena

let the water take me

There’s only one horse (well, his form was horse, anyway) that would call them all children. Because she has no parents. She is no one child. She has sisters, sort of, but nothing else. And even their existence is fleeting, forming from the waves only when she needs them most. And now? Now she wasn’t sure they would come to her again. Did they still count her as a sister without the siren song still in her voice? Was it enough to say that she still had the blood of a siren in her veins, even though she no longer had the powers?

Sometimes, she doubted it. And always, she felt alone.

She comes to the call. Not really for any other reason than she knows she should, and because selfishly, maybe she’ll finally be able to make something of herself around here. With what, practically all the herd gone or hiding or whatever for Tallsun, she hadn’t been able to do much (including even figure out a rank to join, let alone find someone to accept her). She’d tried to recruit, but that’d been a total failure too. Maybe she should stop trying. But she keeps trying, stubborn if nothing else.

When she arrives, there’s already a small gathering. She doesn’t recognize most of the faces here though, and she wonders where they’ve been hiding. Or was she really just that anti-social, and didn’t even realize it? Certainly, she keeps to the pools a lot, but she was around. Whatever. There’s a few faces she does know. Isopia, of course, who isn’t exactly on her list of favorites. And Archibald, who she doesn’t know well enough to judge, but she so far doesn’t like him either. Why? Mostly because he’s male, and she doesn’t tend to like men in general. And also because she doesn’t like anyone until proven otherwise. Don’t take it personally.

There’s Aquilla though, and she finds her way generally into the seahorse’s vicinity. The other mare is the only one Syrena really feels a sense of kindred spirit with, but of course, they are both creatures born of the sea. Both forced to live on land as if they belong here. They don’t. Of course they don’t. Ah, but here they both were, trying anyway. Syrena doesn’t say anything, though she nods in the God’s direction. Her gaze, like always, is rather expressionless, though not annoyed. She’s curious, in truth, but she’s never been much for talking, particularly when it’s not like she has anything to add. Archibald’s already asked the only question that matters.

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