10-13-2019, 04:08 PM
There were changes afoot. Quietly, the feeling on the island was shifting as days went on. She had not seen her sister in some days, and rumors echoed among the trees. Still, there had been nothing announced, no solid statements about the status of her home. It made the nereid uneasy as she walked the beaches, cautious where she had gotten so used to feeling free.
Whatever was going on, she hoped it would be common knowledge soon. An invisible cloud bubbled above the island, like a storm waiting to break. Walking among the drift wood dotting the eastern beach, she find herself wishing something would happen already. Wishing her sister were her to reassure her. Wishing she knew where to find Pteron or Vita, a friend to distract herself with. So many things she had no control over.
She kicked at a stone half buried in the sand, in a mood she was unaccustomed to. All her life, Aquaria had been filled with a love of life and joy in her own existence. It had been a simple, happy time, uncomplicated by others. Now as she paced, new feelings surfaced. Fear, worry, anxiety; all of it involved her home and those she shared it with.
Her head was full of twisting thoughts, each one threatening to capsize her. In an attempt to quiet things, her curious high stepping gait brought her knee deep into the surf. Then, in a move that would likely look odd to anyone observing, she dropped her head to submerge it entirely beneath the water's surface. The pull and flow of the waves beat a meditative harmony with the drumming of her heart, and slowly she felt her nerves steady.
This was her home, no one could change that. She had been born here, as her siblings had, as her mother and grandmother had. She would protect it to her dying breath.
Breathing the air from the water, she let her pulse and respiration slow until they matched the water's constant motion, unable to hear anything beyond echoes from the surface.
Whatever was going on, she hoped it would be common knowledge soon. An invisible cloud bubbled above the island, like a storm waiting to break. Walking among the drift wood dotting the eastern beach, she find herself wishing something would happen already. Wishing her sister were her to reassure her. Wishing she knew where to find Pteron or Vita, a friend to distract herself with. So many things she had no control over.
She kicked at a stone half buried in the sand, in a mood she was unaccustomed to. All her life, Aquaria had been filled with a love of life and joy in her own existence. It had been a simple, happy time, uncomplicated by others. Now as she paced, new feelings surfaced. Fear, worry, anxiety; all of it involved her home and those she shared it with.
Her head was full of twisting thoughts, each one threatening to capsize her. In an attempt to quiet things, her curious high stepping gait brought her knee deep into the surf. Then, in a move that would likely look odd to anyone observing, she dropped her head to submerge it entirely beneath the water's surface. The pull and flow of the waves beat a meditative harmony with the drumming of her heart, and slowly she felt her nerves steady.
This was her home, no one could change that. She had been born here, as her siblings had, as her mother and grandmother had. She would protect it to her dying breath.
Breathing the air from the water, she let her pulse and respiration slow until they matched the water's constant motion, unable to hear anything beyond echoes from the surface.