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11-28-2016, 07:51 PM
Syrena
let the water take me
She comes here because in the end, it is where she always goes. The ocean. It calls to her in a way the pools of the Hidden Falls cannot. Not even the hidden pool of the Storyteller, the one that she has almost entirely to herself. She probably isn’t supposed to just swim around in the sacred pool of the Falls, but she does. It’s not like she’s constantly bothering the Earth God or anything. She’s just lounging in the water he’s provided her. And so far, no earthquake has come to swallow her up for blasphemy or anything. So it’s probably okay.
But still, it is not the sea. It is not home. Not really. The Falls was the place she called home, yes. It was the place she served, the place she toiled and built and worked for. But it was not home. Nothing could be in the way the sea had been once. She’s not longer entitled to the sea, though the seaweed from Kisamoa gave her access to the water in a way she has missed terribly. Still though, she comes anyway. The sound of the waves is calming, and if she listens hard enough on a quiet day, she swears she can hear her sisters singing.
And now, after the strange encounter between Kisamoa and the Moon Goddess, she could stand in the cavern and watch the undersea world. On a cold day like today (hell, like all of Frostfall), it gives her a way to access the sea without freezing. Not that she wouldn’t freeze in order to go for a swim, but today, she contents herself with the cavern. Fish flash through the coral reef, some so new and strange that even she has never seen them before. She watches with a fascination that does not translate to her everyday life, enjoying the moment of peace and happiness that finds her here. It is always short lived, and so, she takes what she can.
"words"
But still, it is not the sea. It is not home. Not really. The Falls was the place she called home, yes. It was the place she served, the place she toiled and built and worked for. But it was not home. Nothing could be in the way the sea had been once. She’s not longer entitled to the sea, though the seaweed from Kisamoa gave her access to the water in a way she has missed terribly. Still though, she comes anyway. The sound of the waves is calming, and if she listens hard enough on a quiet day, she swears she can hear her sisters singing.
And now, after the strange encounter between Kisamoa and the Moon Goddess, she could stand in the cavern and watch the undersea world. On a cold day like today (hell, like all of Frostfall), it gives her a way to access the sea without freezing. Not that she wouldn’t freeze in order to go for a swim, but today, she contents herself with the cavern. Fish flash through the coral reef, some so new and strange that even she has never seen them before. She watches with a fascination that does not translate to her everyday life, enjoying the moment of peace and happiness that finds her here. It is always short lived, and so, she takes what she can.
"words"
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