It is her, her. I can smell her before she arrives, I will never forget that brazen aroma of lightning and rotting blood that seemed to cling to the edges of her being. Although I could not see her, I knew that she could not be far, all of the memories I so delicately stored away came rushing back in a prism of disgust and horror. For a moment I am spell-bound, forced to relive that sunny afternoon beneath the torment of her awful monsters, I could remember the terrible 'CRACK' of splintering bone between her companions beak. My eyes smart and the sound of hooves bring be back from my reverie, just in time to catch a sight of blue. This is no ordinary blue, no... this is her, Syrena. The gentle, watery scent that always pervades her presence is calming, nipping at the heels of such horrible images as they are replaced with something more pleasant. Perhaps that is not the only reason they go, some of it might be the sense of safety that envelopes me as the mare steps within touching distance. In that moment I want nothing more than to bury myself against her legs, but no! I am getting too large for that.

I was growing, and even as my desire to cling came rushing forward, I was suddenly made aware of something else. I could see, I could see the handsome beast standing tall and excited on the sandy inlet, pale eyes grazing over the multitude of spines accumulated around the beach. Although I was not the tallest, I was tall enough that I could throw my nose over Syrena's withers. How was I only just noticing this? Have I been so stuck in the little cave of my mind for so long, that I forgot to actually pay attention to myself? My legs tremble as a short tremor courses abruptly through the sand, shifting feet and disarming guards. For the first time in my short life I got to see the bizarre and unnatural bridge as it burst up from the water, all number of sea-material; bones, drift-wood, even sea-stars! All came together to form a path to the lithe... well, stallion.

A mare, bright as white light stepped forward from the crowd, one hoof in front of other, wings brought forth in a defensive stance before finally making contact with the unnerving structure. She was the first, and in a moment of thought I wanted to join the blushing woman, I wanted to be bold too. Some part of me knew it was for show, I wanted to leave that stony filly behind, but for the most part I just did not want to be left behind. It was a familiar feeling now, a sharp tugging against my chest, long legs jerking nervously. "Come on Syrena! I wanna get a better look!" She has not spoken, and while a horned stallion has come up beside her I pay him no mind. My attention is easily drawn from him, to beast, to blue and it feels right. I am like water, sliding between bodies, brushing against shoulders and wing before coming up for air. It feels weird being ahead, striding onward with a confidence that could not possibly belong to me, not with my hind-legs swaying dangerously in my eagerness. Yet I do, glancing back in the hopes that Syrena has not abandoned me before taking my own adventure over the make-shift drawbridge.

The other side is no different then the last, maybe a bit coarser, but still relatively the same. That is, excepting the dainty sea-monster that stood so brightly at its highest knoll. He is excited, it seems to vibrate away from his borrowed figure in a way that tugs my own dark lips into a smile. "Hello, I am Bathsheba." I say softly, shyly, ears flicking forward while my nose dives in toward my breast. "Do you have a name down there? Is it the same as up here?"

"Talk."


ooc - @Syrena AAAAUGH, my baby's growin' up ;_;