I'd found Vastra again, that slippery little weasel of a sister, and thank all the gods for it! What am I supposed to do without my own dearest ginger?! (Cue that one song from that one musical She led and I followed, coming to a wide shore, kinda like the one by the Throat but also nothing like that at all. But there was water--and cane we just TALK about water for a minute!? And of course by water I mean the ~~OCEAN~~. Lets be honest, anything smaller might as well be a piddly-ass little puddle but the ~~OCEAN~~ is like the coolest damn thing I've ever seen. Like how does it just go on and on and on and on like that? It stretches forever and I can't even tell where it goes but I...(sigh) I want...to GO there! (We'll save wrestling with existential longings for when I'm a bit older, shall we?) Holy shit, what's that voice? Holy shit look! A Bridge! I follow Vasa across and damn are there a LOT of people here. Seriously, this is the biggest gathering of people I have ever seen...I suuuuper casually glance behind me to see of Mom is still following us. Not like I'm scared because obviously if Vasa needs protecting I and 100% capable of kicking all necessary asses, but you know, just checking. To be sure that EVERYONE (including the weird kelp-horse thingy/amazing denizen of the sea) all know the deal, I stand close to my sister and sling a companionable wing over her back. "I think it's part fish...better watch out for our noses, eh?" I "whisper" to her, indicating the aquatic beastie. C A S T O R i must go down to the sea again for the call of the running tide is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied |
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