Perfect. A storm, a fat and bountiful rainstorm, was just what Syrena needed. She was wading through the river on a stroll when she noticed the dark clouds gathering, a small smile playing upon her lips. Though, perhaps the river would not be the best place to welcome the storm - if there was lightning she’d be completely unprotected. Ahead, she spied the odd structure she had only seen from a distance before and began to angle her pathway toward the bank, wishing for rain the entire time.

But the smile died away when she glanced at the bank near the stone structure. “Oh.” Syrena let the word fall from her lips with no attempt to mask the disappointment. Not only was the sky teasing her with the promise of rain, sweet wonderful rain, but she had accidentally found herself with some company. The half-colourful mare paused where she was in the river, the water now reaching just beneath her legs. She had been planning on exiting but now she lingered, clearly uncertain about getting any closer to the odd pair before her. Her body still dripped from the deeper water - everything from her belly down swirled with reds, pinks and oranges where it had been touched by the river while the rest of her coat remained the usual dark, slick iron.

A fin on her cheek twitched as she stared at the odd pair before her, her gaze judging and wary. In this ridiculous land, they were almost as much of a threat to her as she was to them.

The young male was almost attractive, the fire-glow of his eyes rather intriguing. The equines of Helovia were rather unusual compared to the ones she was used to - where the plain became dominate. Flashy colours attracted sirens and the other monsters, those with brilliant coats usually did not see many winters or fled to other lands for safety. Oh how she wished she had all her powers! This one, in another year or two, might make her a fine child with fire-eyes. She wondered if his soul would feel warm as she devoured it.

And the other, well. Syrena could not decide whether the mare was ugly or not. And was that a little lizard on her face? “You have something on your face.” She decided to say as a way of initiating conversation until she decided exactly what to do. Retreat into the water and find a less conductive spot to wait out the storm? Or try and get past these fools and continue on with the original plan.

Syrena

let the water take me