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02-27-2017, 07:17 PM
Syrena
let the water take me
She always come back to the sea. There is no other home for her. Not really. The Falls had been a good home, and she was still sorry to see it gone. Even if she wouldn’t admit that aloud. Wouldn’t admit that she had cared about something enough to miss it. And the Throat? She would see. It didn’t seem like a place that would ever really be home, but then again, either did the Edge or the Basin. They were places to rest her head, places to serve as a distraction, give her something to do. But that was it. They were nothing to her. She would bide her time while Kaos bided his, and she’d see what he offered when the time came.
The day is warm but breezy, the air coming off the water salty and sweet. The wind pulls at her mane and tail, the water lapping at her legs. The water is cool still, and her legs swirl blue and green beneath its caress. “Sisters?” she calls softly, though there’s only Thea’s splashing as an answer. For now, Thea seems to have settled on a yellow-bellied snake, and is slithering through the water around Syrena’s legs happily. She splashes now and again simply because she can, and not because she actually should be. In truth, the snake can move effortlessly through the waves.
The waves do not change. Her sisters do not come. But then again, what had she wanted from them really? Comfort, yes, but how would they give her that? Powers, but again, where would those come from? The laws of magic in Helovia were governed by the Gods, not the sea. And they had no God of the Sea here, only the mask of Kisamoa. No, there was nothing her sisters could give her now. So she stares at the crashing waves and dreams.
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The day is warm but breezy, the air coming off the water salty and sweet. The wind pulls at her mane and tail, the water lapping at her legs. The water is cool still, and her legs swirl blue and green beneath its caress. “Sisters?” she calls softly, though there’s only Thea’s splashing as an answer. For now, Thea seems to have settled on a yellow-bellied snake, and is slithering through the water around Syrena’s legs happily. She splashes now and again simply because she can, and not because she actually should be. In truth, the snake can move effortlessly through the waves.
The waves do not change. Her sisters do not come. But then again, what had she wanted from them really? Comfort, yes, but how would they give her that? Powers, but again, where would those come from? The laws of magic in Helovia were governed by the Gods, not the sea. And they had no God of the Sea here, only the mask of Kisamoa. No, there was nothing her sisters could give her now. So she stares at the crashing waves and dreams.
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