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06-08-2016, 12:43 PM
Syrena
let the water take me
She slips into the most remote pool she can find, feet and back and legs aching. The sigh that escapes is audible like a bird song, pleasant and pleased, almost saying water without being a word. She had built something. Actually built something. The regret still ached in her bones at that decision. Bones and muscles that weren’t used to being on land so long, let alone being used to being on land on two damn legs. Lifting and tethering and repeating.
Why was she doing this? Why was she agreeing to help? Why wasn’t she stalking down Isopia to find out more about storytelling. Not that it was an easier job, it was just less physically demanding. It would hurt less, and probably require her to be out of the water less. Gods, how she hated being out of the water.
But in her time looking like a trained elephant, vines between her teeth, hooves shoving at logs, she’d forgotten. A beautiful thing, forgetting. Not that the water doesn’t always call to her, the soft hum of the waterfall in the distance tugging at her heart and her veins and everything she is. But she’d forgotten what she’d lost. It’d been too buried by the fire racing through her muscles. Even the call of the sea had been drowned out by her heart, beating away in a too-fast thumpthump thumpthump.
She ducks her head under the water, washing away the sweat that no one could see, but she could feel. She felt itchy and dry, too much a fish out of water. When she surfaces, her eyes stay closed, happy to rest in the pool away from everything. Absentmindedly, she tugs at the nearby seaweed, twirling it around her legs like one might twirl hair through fingers (if she had fingers). But even that is too much energy, and it’s not long before she’s dozing, resting in the water with no fear of drowning.
"words"
Why was she doing this? Why was she agreeing to help? Why wasn’t she stalking down Isopia to find out more about storytelling. Not that it was an easier job, it was just less physically demanding. It would hurt less, and probably require her to be out of the water less. Gods, how she hated being out of the water.
But in her time looking like a trained elephant, vines between her teeth, hooves shoving at logs, she’d forgotten. A beautiful thing, forgetting. Not that the water doesn’t always call to her, the soft hum of the waterfall in the distance tugging at her heart and her veins and everything she is. But she’d forgotten what she’d lost. It’d been too buried by the fire racing through her muscles. Even the call of the sea had been drowned out by her heart, beating away in a too-fast thumpthump thumpthump.
She ducks her head under the water, washing away the sweat that no one could see, but she could feel. She felt itchy and dry, too much a fish out of water. When she surfaces, her eyes stay closed, happy to rest in the pool away from everything. Absentmindedly, she tugs at the nearby seaweed, twirling it around her legs like one might twirl hair through fingers (if she had fingers). But even that is too much energy, and it’s not long before she’s dozing, resting in the water with no fear of drowning.
"words"
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