The… mare? Was that a female? It was hard to tell, and Syrena didn’t really care to take a closer look because well, male or female it wasn’t very pretty. And it seemed to be just fine with the idea that there was a creature on its nose which just didn’t make any sense at all. Why anyone would let anything willingly touch their skin was something that she just could not comprehend. But the explanation that she got (somehow the big ‘it’ trying to explain that the little ‘it’ wasn’t a thing) was ignored because she had gained the attentions of someone else.

Syrena smiled graciously at the youth as he straightened up, as he smiled at her. She knew she was beautiful and she so appreciated when others noticed as well - even if they were young. “No, I’m quite fond of this weather.” She had been seeking shelter but she felt compelled to lie now, though she could not exactly say why. “It’s only rain, after all.” She hoped that there would be rain soon, the sky was darkening - and her skin was begging for it. She wanted to feel the little droplets lace down her back, leaving little trails of colour wherever they touched, but for now the splash of colour was still just around her legs where the river touched it.

“My name’s Syrena. It’s a pleasure to meet you Cathun and…” Blue-grey eyes slide to the big it and she allowed the sentence to trail off meaningfully. Well there had not been any introductions what else was she going to say? She had already stretched the truth by calling it a pleasure, after all.

But suddenly, the conversation and attentions had slipped uncomfortably away from her. The little it that had been on the nose of the big it was suddenly taking a leap and trying to land on Cathun who was supposed to be paying attention to her. The entire situation was revolting but Syrena found herself taking a step closer, feeling the curious need to still be a part of the interaction even if it was not focused solely on admiring her. Was the little creature the poor-horse’s equivalent of the wolf companions that the mares in the Falls had? She would much rather have someone like Romul keeping her company than a creepy critter.

Syrena

let the water take me