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06-23-2016, 03:36 PM
Syrena
let the water take me
Once, Syrena had been optimistic about life. Once, the sun had been a beautiful thing, bringing with it the promise of a new day. A new day, a new soul to feed on, a new place to nest. Now, it brings only another damn day, without the promise of immortality, without a reason to go anywhere at all. Her powers don’t come back if she leaves this place. Her powers don’t come back if she stays (the snippets of power she can earn here barely touch the surface of what she once was).
She tries not to think like that anymore. Tries to wake up thinking What can I do for the Falls today? (not that she ever does, though sometimes she manages the thought an hour or two later.) Tries not to dwell on the sea and the things she lost. Tries, instead, to work today what she can have. A bit more magic. A companion. Titles. These are the only forms of power that are left to the once mythical, immortal mare.
Splashing of another creeps into her thoughts, though Syrena, in typical fashion, ignores it. They haven’t said anything in her direction, and so perhaps they are just passing by. Possibly, she should worry for her life more than she does, but sometimes her lack of abilities doesn’t completely sink in. Once, she was likely one of the most deadly things you would find in the sea. Now? Well, let’s just not go there.
It’s the sound of a wow that finally turns her eyes to the child in the water not far off. She looks down, realizing the girl is probably amused by the swirl of color wherever the water hits. Ah, yes, a lovely, useless trick. But at least it is a lovely, unlike the rest of her. Her coat is seal-gray most of the time with a few patches of scales, but nothing like what it could be. Only the water turns her to what she really is.
The girl starts coming closer, and Syrena has to resist the urge to move away. Thankfully, the child stops a polite distance away, and Syrena relaxes slightly, more willing to answer the question knowing the girl was not going to try to poke and prod at her. “Magic,” she says, deadpan, without a hint of a joke in that. “I don’t control it.”
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She tries not to think like that anymore. Tries to wake up thinking What can I do for the Falls today? (not that she ever does, though sometimes she manages the thought an hour or two later.) Tries not to dwell on the sea and the things she lost. Tries, instead, to work today what she can have. A bit more magic. A companion. Titles. These are the only forms of power that are left to the once mythical, immortal mare.
Splashing of another creeps into her thoughts, though Syrena, in typical fashion, ignores it. They haven’t said anything in her direction, and so perhaps they are just passing by. Possibly, she should worry for her life more than she does, but sometimes her lack of abilities doesn’t completely sink in. Once, she was likely one of the most deadly things you would find in the sea. Now? Well, let’s just not go there.
It’s the sound of a wow that finally turns her eyes to the child in the water not far off. She looks down, realizing the girl is probably amused by the swirl of color wherever the water hits. Ah, yes, a lovely, useless trick. But at least it is a lovely, unlike the rest of her. Her coat is seal-gray most of the time with a few patches of scales, but nothing like what it could be. Only the water turns her to what she really is.
The girl starts coming closer, and Syrena has to resist the urge to move away. Thankfully, the child stops a polite distance away, and Syrena relaxes slightly, more willing to answer the question knowing the girl was not going to try to poke and prod at her. “Magic,” she says, deadpan, without a hint of a joke in that. “I don’t control it.”
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