It shimmered before her eyes, the light of the sky: Reflecting on the water, except at that one place where new silhouettes had risen from the sea. Big ones and smaller ones. Ones she had never seen before. Not at any of her wandering around peddling-adventures. Obviously this meant she had to go figure out what was happening, for she was the official self-assigned water patrol of the Throat, after all. Noticing stuff like this was one of her important, also self-assigned, water patrol tasks.
...—And so it happened that Maren the coastguard-priestess steered her boat towards the east, boat splitting the water with gentlemanly ease as they moved towards new land.
Just as she was about to decide on a name for this new land she had discovered, new silhouettes popped up from the water. Covered in the typical sea-mist haze, she could not immediately decipher what they were. Rocks in the water —Volcanoes? They grew bigger and she could now see that they were moving. Turtles? But as she slowly drew closer she saw the heads sticking out of the water, breaking surface as they swam and swam and swam. Helovians! Maren watched them on mute as the current took her along with them as she sat back in her boat. She tried not to listen to their sputtering for air, to their self-awareness as they (probably) would be feeling how their souls were slipping away from their pressured lungs and into their mouths, hanging on the end of their sputtering tongues as they took their breaths. She watched the scenery of the landscape, instead, thought it was better not to make any eye contact in case one decided it would be nice to carpool. Sadly, she had not enough faith in them to believe they could get into her boat without flipping it. So her silent, golden eyes wandered upwards, past the dancing of thin sea-mist surrounding her, where pegasi flew over in flocks. For a minute she tried to uncover their identities, but as she could only see their shadowed bellies and (if they had worn any) undergarments, she failed. Alas, she would need to follow them to the other side if she would want to know who else, too, had been intrigued by the sudden appearance of this mystical island-range.
And so it happened that Maren the coastguard priestess started to slowly peddle along with the crowd of the not-turtles, just in case one of the silly things would decide to go drowning in her presence. She did not like the idea of having a ghost follow her boat with lasting grudge and despair.
And thus, after having sailed in the same slow speed to match the swimmers —having watched poor souls doggy-paddle for so long that she had almost gotten sea-sick— she arrived; saw the Earth God and immediately her heart sank as her eyes grew wide of realisation. Because she knew the ending of the story. Can I even handle another fight can my body handle another disease? So as she felt her life being sucked away once again, she muttered: “Okay let’s go find this monster quick so that we can all go home.. — and don’t dare to cough on me!” she warned in a slightly high-pitched voice with ears shooting back as she shot her suspicious widened eyes to the nearest person and swept her ivory tail in frustration. Bacilli... bacilli everywhere.
Talking
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