it's a guarantee that he won't forget me.
my body little, my soul heavy.
It seems that no matter where she wonders, she finds herself outside of the arms of Nerine. The cliffside land may be where she mutters when someone asks where she is from, but that is more to keep diplomats off of her back when she wishes to be left alone.
The nereid is a fierce creature: scowling gracefully when angry, watching curiously when calm. She has grown into her own, quite the lithe and long-legged creature. A perfect mixture of her mother and father, that is what she is - carrying the slender length of her mother’s body while controlling the dense muscle of her father. To the casual onlooker, she is quiet and reserved. Those that venture closer, though, find a bitter fire hot enough to singe even dragon’s skin within her eyes.
Grass grows longer and leaner around her hooves when they land upon the earth. She is a truly mythical creature, the subject of wild envy and almost frightening to watch. The look in her steely brown gaze dares wayward suiters to wander closer. She halts, sending stalks of grass upward (they tickle her hocks). The whooshing sound of the river a short distance away sends a shiver down her spine: Naia’s scales replace her fur in a rapid wave. Suddenly, she looks so much colder than she already is, the instinct to protect a sisterhood freezing her veins.
The sound of a twig snapping in the distance lifts her delicate head to attention. She scans her surroundings, then murmurs, “Show your face.”
@[Velkan]