Syrena

let the water take me

She loves Orangemoon. It is, without a doubt, underrated. But after the hell that was Tallsun and dodging wildfires in her own home, she’s more thankful for Orangemoon than anyone will know. Mostly because she won’t say it aloud, she won’t wander about talking about the damn weather or spouting pleasantries about “oh, it’s such a beautiful day!”. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t appreciate the cool weather, the pleasant breezes (even the freaking squalls in the Hidden Falls). She’s been out and about more lately, mostly between the Threshold and the Falls (which isn’t new, she just goes in the middle of the day and not the middle of the night now). But on occasion, she simply finds herself wandering Helovia.

Sometimes, like today, she even wanders away from the ocean. It always calls to her, the urge almost growing worse as she goes farther inland. But for one, she’s trying to get used to this hell of an earth bound life. It’s clear she doesn’t belong on land. One quick glance at her will tell you she was born of the sea. Her coat is seal-gray with a constant sheen that makes it look wet, with fins instead of feathers on her feet, and gills behind her cheeks. She may be shaped like a horse, but she isn’t entirely horse.

Still, her powers are gone. Still, this is her life now. The Falls offers enough water she can deal with it. And maybe, somewhere deep in the pit of her stomach, she’s starting to like the place. As much as she can like anywhere that isn’t the sea, anyway. Still, she takes the long route to the ocean today, thinking a visit to the Flats or even the Isles might be a good day. It forces her to go through Helovia, keeping her land-bound longer than she is comfortable with. And straight through the Deep Forest, which for her, is about as awful as it gets.

Time to get out of your comfort zone, Syrena.

And of course, the one day she actually goes into the Deep Forest, something happens. Course it would. That’s her freaking luck. The earth trembles, stopping the mare in her tracks for her moment while she tries to figure out just where that was coming from. It doesn’t take her all that long to figure it out, but by the time her feet (which have never been as skilled around roots as they are on sand) manage to carry her through the forest, she’s far from the only horse there. Not, that she expected to be. But she’s damn well late to this party.

She recognizes only one of them, which is actually pretty good for her. The filly she’d met in the ocean that day. The girl had a name, and Syrena was pretty sure it started with a B. Close enough. She slides into the group, eyes traveling to the large blue spruce (not that she has a clue what the tree is called, it’s just a tree to her) with the egg nestled at its base just out of reach. Of course. Nothing was ever easy here. Well, guess it was time to wait and see what they’d be doing this time.

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Seeking a rougarou
Refusal 1
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