The seahorse had stalked Kisamoa. Or, at least, she had tried to follow and stick in his turbulence beneath the waves after he had left the Riptide Isles. And, while the warrior had never been the most adept at tracking training, it was as if Kis simply disappeared the moment he was done speaking with the masses. It seemed the Earth God, and is minions, would forever escape the seahorse’s pleas for information of her Akvo.
However, her seaworthy pursuit of the admirable (what? when had the woman begun to think of him as such? Perhaps it was because he was the closest thing to Akvo she had yet found) luckily placed her near the chilled, northern waters of the Endless Blue. And it was with raised ridges and tightly pinned face-fins, she rested from her fruitless following on the sandy ocean floor. Though she was in the shallows, this part of Helovia’s ocean was cold. She much preferred the Isles with their temperate seas.
Her gills opened and closed, pinning tightly against the sand the turbulent breakers above her rose into the salty water when she was not breathing. And, though she tried to rest, her luminous and overlarge eyes would not close. His words, the first true Akvian she had heard in seasons (had it been years?) echoed in her mind, “ "Ni parolu poste de la maro.” A simple sentence, but the promise beneath them weighed more than, perhaps, even he knew.
So, her swiveling and over-sensitized ears caught a deep rumble through the water. But it wasn’t clear (it must have been spoken above surface) and the waves’ rumble muddled it even more. But, still, the effect the seaborne was immediate: she lunged above the waves, ridged neck cresting well above the roiling waves as unblinking eyes scraped the shore--
There.
There was Kisamoa, with a tell-tale gather of Helovians around him. A sharp claw of frustration speared her mind—with so many around, how was she to speak with him? Did they now know the importance of the information he held? So it was with tense nostrils, undulating ridges, and softly pulsing skin that she rapidly swam up the shoreline and breached the beach. Her fins quivered with tension, for once not even seeing the many feathered individuals on the beach as her intensely bright stare bored at Kis.
She had eyes only for his blue, finned body.
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[DROP] SWP :: A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER :: [WATER DROP]
