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02-02-2013, 08:28 PM
Beneath her nose, the water... shifted. No longer did it reflect the sky, but instead showed an image of the Earth God's face. Startled, Kimber froze in mid swallow for a heartbeat, until she heard his voice whisper against her ears. Her blue eyes lifted from his visage to scan the bank across from where she stood as he instructed. There she spotted an otter, greater in size than the ones she'd seen frequent the stream and pool of the Foothills.
Slowly she swallowed, water warmed by her mouth rushing down her throat as she considered the new instructions she had been given by the Earth God. Convince the otter to return to the water? Wondering why the otter would want to stay out of the water, she looked down to ask this, only to watch the water ripple over the God's features and the surface resume reflecting the world around her.
Ah well. Her gaze flicked toward where she'd last noted her watery friend, and smiled to herself in satisfaction as the fox formed in the shallows at her thought of it. It danced across the surface to her, ripples spreading where its paws touched, water exchanging through each touch so that its appearance cleared of silt and insects as it grew closer, until it was completely translucent as it came to pause before her muzzle.
With a thought, she sent it racing across the river, faster and more silently than she herself could have achieved. But not entirely unaccompanied, for she gave voice to a merry little whicker of greeting before the watery fox leapt from the water's surface and danced in a circle around the otter. Curious, Kimber waited to see how it would react to her two-pronged greeting, stepping deeper into the water so that it lapped gently against her chest and barrel.
Slowly she swallowed, water warmed by her mouth rushing down her throat as she considered the new instructions she had been given by the Earth God. Convince the otter to return to the water? Wondering why the otter would want to stay out of the water, she looked down to ask this, only to watch the water ripple over the God's features and the surface resume reflecting the world around her.
Ah well. Her gaze flicked toward where she'd last noted her watery friend, and smiled to herself in satisfaction as the fox formed in the shallows at her thought of it. It danced across the surface to her, ripples spreading where its paws touched, water exchanging through each touch so that its appearance cleared of silt and insects as it grew closer, until it was completely translucent as it came to pause before her muzzle.
With a thought, she sent it racing across the river, faster and more silently than she herself could have achieved. But not entirely unaccompanied, for she gave voice to a merry little whicker of greeting before the watery fox leapt from the water's surface and danced in a circle around the otter. Curious, Kimber waited to see how it would react to her two-pronged greeting, stepping deeper into the water so that it lapped gently against her chest and barrel.
