breaking like the wine-stained glass that held my drink
In the confinement of the ocean, peace and quite was all she knew.
There was only serenity within the waters. She was the daughter of the water. The ocean was hers, not holding her form living and exploring the deepest parts of the ocean. Where not everyone is lucky enough to wander and explore to. The mysterious of the ocean were her secrets.
But even how marvelous the waters of Beqanna were to the girl, there were other curiosities that edged at the back of her mind. The sea was beautiful, the water creatures were fascinating, and the storms of oceans and waves were admirable. But these no longer filled her with what she wanted to know.
Eva wanted to know it all.
Understand the world.
Make it for her own.
The large land and small islands that is not the sea intrigues her. She baffles at what it could possible be and what it could not be. Often, Eva had watched the creatures that live and breath on the land. There had only been one time the young sea-girl had mustered the courage to get closer. It had gone well, surprisingly.
But it had not been enough.
It would not be until she felt the sand beneath her own hooves.
Eva knows a place. She has circled around these lands for some time now, admiring them from all angles from the water. But there was one place. A place that water ran deep and wide into the heart of the biggest land. She isn’t sure what it is called—but eventually she will learn it is a river what the dryland folks call it.
The purple girl pushes through the water with ease. The sight of the river is closer. She nears it with ease, pushing and pulling the water with each limb and hoof. The waves of the ocean, beneath her, push her forward, guiding her closer to her new adventure.
Eventually, she reaches close to where the mouth of the river opens into the water that folds around Beqanna. Her orange-golden eyes light up with wonder. Her curiosity makes her heart pound hard against her chest, but a small dull feeling of fear fills the pit of her stomach. Eva glances to each side of the river where the river divides the dryland.
She doesn’t move any further now. Unsure if this was even a good idea. The fear within her stomach grows larger now. The sea-girl snorts in irritation at herself now, and swims closer, feeling the embankment of on her right hoof. She quickly pushes back, sending herself further back then before away from the shoreline.
“Get a grip on yourself!” She says loudly with annoyance.
Eva
Ehh. Bad starter. D: