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Syrena
let the water take me
It’s not like she doesn’t notice them. They are loud, and it’s obnoxious. But she pretends not to notice, staying in her place in the water with her eyes looking toward the horizon that blends to beautifully. She’s trying very hard to pretend they aren’t there, and if she tries hard enough, maybe they will go away. Maybe they don’t want company either, or maybe she’ll just look uninviting enough not to encourage them.
No such luck.
Granted, it’s not the stallion that comes at first. It’s the snake, swimming along in the water. She does look a whole lot like a rock (the parts of her not in the water, anyway), what with her slippery gray skin and rather large size. The sound of splashing her way and the name Strom (which she guesses belongs to the wayward snake) finally draws her eyes their direction. There’s a little snake moving through the water toward her, and a rather large and ugly stallion by its side. Not that she should judge large and ugly (she’s basically a seal after all, except when her skin turns colors in the water). But really, she’s judging.
His hair is in entirely the wrong place. His tail looks like it’s mostly just a string, his skin pulled taunt over his skeleton, and she can definitely see some ribs. Oh, and he’s a he, which in her book is problem number one. She sighs, somewhat audibly, before speaking. “I won’t hurt the snake. He’s quiet, at least.” Unlike you, is the obvious unspoken part of that sentence. She’s not necessarily afraid to say it aloud, it just doesn’t seem necessary.
Her expression is as deadpan as her voice, not giving away much of how she feels, though there is perhaps some annoyance evident enough. Though when her eyes find the snake, she can’t help but feel slightly amused as his antics. If they weren’t disturbing her peace and quiet, she would actually find the whole thing funny. Maybe enough to even laugh, which for her, is saying something.
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No such luck.
Granted, it’s not the stallion that comes at first. It’s the snake, swimming along in the water. She does look a whole lot like a rock (the parts of her not in the water, anyway), what with her slippery gray skin and rather large size. The sound of splashing her way and the name Strom (which she guesses belongs to the wayward snake) finally draws her eyes their direction. There’s a little snake moving through the water toward her, and a rather large and ugly stallion by its side. Not that she should judge large and ugly (she’s basically a seal after all, except when her skin turns colors in the water). But really, she’s judging.
His hair is in entirely the wrong place. His tail looks like it’s mostly just a string, his skin pulled taunt over his skeleton, and she can definitely see some ribs. Oh, and he’s a he, which in her book is problem number one. She sighs, somewhat audibly, before speaking. “I won’t hurt the snake. He’s quiet, at least.” Unlike you, is the obvious unspoken part of that sentence. She’s not necessarily afraid to say it aloud, it just doesn’t seem necessary.
Her expression is as deadpan as her voice, not giving away much of how she feels, though there is perhaps some annoyance evident enough. Though when her eyes find the snake, she can’t help but feel slightly amused as his antics. If they weren’t disturbing her peace and quiet, she would actually find the whole thing funny. Maybe enough to even laugh, which for her, is saying something.
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