Come down to river
Let it bring you to the sea
Come down to the river
Come on down
Back to me
She sang as she bathed, water coursing over and around the generous curves of her. Bubbles darted too and fro, between her legs and river's banks. The dainty sea mare liked the river, the way it never flowed too far from the sea. It was a comfort to know all water belonged only to itself. She was a water nymph, and belonged only to herself too. It only made sense.
Once I was a dreamer
My boat she carried me
I rode her down the river
And she took me to the sea
She crooned to herself, splashing in the shallows where little fish would swim in the summer. Now it was cold, the edges of the water crusted in ice. Frigid, except where she touched it. The water answered her, even so far from the sea. They were all connected, anyway. So the water here was warm as a hot spring, a perfect bath that swirled and whirled in a most pleasing way. The world was going mad all around her. So much fear and anger filled the air. Why not push it away for a while, and simply take a bath?
Mama had a baby
She was pretty as could be
She loved me like a lady
But my heart lived in the sea
Come down to the river...
She hummed, silver winter sun gleaming on her wet scales. Let it bring you to the sea...
Her finned crest hung sleeky down her shoulders, tail fanned out on the rippling surface of the water.
Come down to the river...
Her purple eyes lifted, dewy in the light.
"Hello," Her song broke off to greet the newcomer.
@[laura