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05-13-2016, 10:27 PM
of the sea
The walk to the Falls is long— especially for the aquatic woman worn and fatigued by battle and injuries. Her body ached for the ocean, to feel its salty embrace for her tired muscles and sore skin; to bathe her dry gills with its briny breath. But, alas, she knew that a healer’s touch would work far faster than saline salve. Her too-large eyes glaze over, the pale solders’s tall haunches becoming a blurred beacon to follow through the trees.
Scaled ears perk, hearing the sound of flowing water long before she could see it— and scenting it shortly after. It was fresh water, but it was still liquid and blessedly wet. Her long, lean limbs lengthen their strides, and she comes abreast with Cem even in her limping, faltering walk. An ear twitched sideways as he listlessly welcomed to the Falls, but her attention was focused wholly on the flowing water before them.
Though it was fresh water, and often left her gills and ridges swollen and sore if she stayed in it too long, she still stepped into the nearest pool, webbed hooves easily managing the mossy rocks. She submerges, a low hiss pushing out her sharp teeth as the fresh water bathed her wounds— it did not sooth like the sea, but her gills were relieved to be moist once again.
Her head carefully turned back to Cem, the stiffness from soreness and her injuries making her movements cautious, “Your herd members often need healing? Why? Are you warriors?” Her throaty growl is calmer than before— the water, though not the ocean, soothed both her body and her temper. She waded, nearly wither-deep, in the cold pool, blue blood spreading around her as wispy dye in the water.
Scaled ears perk, hearing the sound of flowing water long before she could see it— and scenting it shortly after. It was fresh water, but it was still liquid and blessedly wet. Her long, lean limbs lengthen their strides, and she comes abreast with Cem even in her limping, faltering walk. An ear twitched sideways as he listlessly welcomed to the Falls, but her attention was focused wholly on the flowing water before them.
Though it was fresh water, and often left her gills and ridges swollen and sore if she stayed in it too long, she still stepped into the nearest pool, webbed hooves easily managing the mossy rocks. She submerges, a low hiss pushing out her sharp teeth as the fresh water bathed her wounds— it did not sooth like the sea, but her gills were relieved to be moist once again.
Her head carefully turned back to Cem, the stiffness from soreness and her injuries making her movements cautious, “Your herd members often need healing? Why? Are you warriors?” Her throaty growl is calmer than before— the water, though not the ocean, soothed both her body and her temper. She waded, nearly wither-deep, in the cold pool, blue blood spreading around her as wispy dye in the water.
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