Syrena

let the water take me

She felt the chill. She always felt the chill. Traveling to the Aurora Basin was hell for her, though she found the place beautiful and the residents at least tolerable (it’s a compliment, take it). It might have something to do with her strange, wet-looking skin that didn’t quite grow the normal amount of hair that others did in the winter. Might have something to do with the scales that adorned various parts of her body too. She did not handle extreme temperature with any grace. Hot or cold, doesn’t matter. She hates them both. Otherwise she’d just move to the Throat to escape winter.

It’s too cold for the pools of the Falls lately. Most of them are iced over anyway, so she wanders the herdland instead. It’s the only time of year where she spends less time in the water than on land, and she rather hates it. The rivers still flow though, and the force of the waterfalls keeps some of the pools alive and well. She’ll slip into them now and again, the only time she doesn’t care that she’s cold. At least in the water she’s herself.

Today though, she’s wandering through the snow and ice covered land. It’s a sunny day, and not hideously miserable, though still cold and her feet and legs swirl with cool colors to match the temperature of the snow they move though. Voices watch her attention somewhere near the border, and she turns her course to make sure someone has found them before she goes on her merry way – alone. But no, luck is not with her today. At least, she doesn’t recognize either of the unicorns that come into her view through the icicle laden trees. And though she doesn’t know all the members of the Falls well, she has seen most of them enough to recognize them.

Stifling a sigh, she makes her way over to the pair of unicorns, one light and gray, the other dark and brown. One of those deer things stands by the mare as well. “Hello. I’m Syrena,” she says, voice emotionless though at least, not unkind. Her tones are sing song, and the sound of it always clashes against the lack of emotion in that song. Once, she’d cared. Once, she’d has a reason to fill her voice with joy and hope and kindness. Now, she was nothing really, and her voice betrayed the way she felt. Though on the outside, she simply seemed rather deadpan. “Can I help you?”

"words"