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01-15-2017, 06:56 PM
i want to be wild, beautiful and free
She had never thought herself normal. Not before Helovia. Not even for her first year or so here. Syrena is not, of course, normal in the strictest sense of the word, a strange amalgamation of fish and horse. Once, that strange amalgamation had meant something, had made her something. Something more. Something other. Something better. A something that was stripped in the blink of an eye. Not that had known it at first. No, she’d carried on like she was still that something more/other/better. Like she had some right to hold her head high and act better than everyone else. Of course, once, she had been.
Now, despite the always wet skin and the fins on her feet and behind her ears, she feels so terribly normal. In this land of improbabilities and oddities, she is normal. It is a horrible thing to feel. Normal.
But she is. And she almost acts like it some days too. Tolerating small talk, working for a herd that truthfully is about dead as hell. Why does she do these things? No clue. No damn clue. Other than she doesn’t know what else to do either, because she’s shit out of luck anyway. Her magic is gone and it doesn’t come back and there’s nothing left for her to do but toil away till her dies.
But at least, there is something to do. It is proving better than mourning over something she can never have. Though still, there are days where she simply mourns. Today is not one of those days, because on those days, she ends up at the sea. Truthfully, she always ends up at the sea sooner or later, though her paths are sometimes circuitous. Today, she’s not entirely sure where she’s heading except that she’s getting out of the Falls. Maybe the Throat. She doesn’t know their Wise One yet.
So she heads south, straight through the Deep Forest. It’s not fate or divine intervention that brings her here. Just sheer dumb luck. Probably, anyway. But she doubts the Earth God is paying any attention to what she’s up to. But there, in the Deep Forest, on no particular path, is Bathsheba. “Sheba?” Syrena calls, her voice softer than normal. There’s not much emotion to it, but there’s something beneath the strange deadpan lullaby of her voice. “Are you okay?”
Now, despite the always wet skin and the fins on her feet and behind her ears, she feels so terribly normal. In this land of improbabilities and oddities, she is normal. It is a horrible thing to feel. Normal.
But she is. And she almost acts like it some days too. Tolerating small talk, working for a herd that truthfully is about dead as hell. Why does she do these things? No clue. No damn clue. Other than she doesn’t know what else to do either, because she’s shit out of luck anyway. Her magic is gone and it doesn’t come back and there’s nothing left for her to do but toil away till her dies.
But at least, there is something to do. It is proving better than mourning over something she can never have. Though still, there are days where she simply mourns. Today is not one of those days, because on those days, she ends up at the sea. Truthfully, she always ends up at the sea sooner or later, though her paths are sometimes circuitous. Today, she’s not entirely sure where she’s heading except that she’s getting out of the Falls. Maybe the Throat. She doesn’t know their Wise One yet.
So she heads south, straight through the Deep Forest. It’s not fate or divine intervention that brings her here. Just sheer dumb luck. Probably, anyway. But she doubts the Earth God is paying any attention to what she’s up to. But there, in the Deep Forest, on no particular path, is Bathsheba. “Sheba?” Syrena calls, her voice softer than normal. There’s not much emotion to it, but there’s something beneath the strange deadpan lullaby of her voice. “Are you okay?”
syrena
just like the sea
@Bathsheba because <333
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