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something has changed within me - Moira - 04-09-2021 Moira had spent the morning gathering shells for her Grandmother. She is the best shell finder, Grandmother has told her, she finds the pinkest and the orangest and the reddest shells. Moira has the fish to help her, the constant burbling of their voices telling her where to find the next colorful treasure. Grandmother had promised to take her to the Commons if she found enough, and Moira had gathered more than enough by noon. “Tell me your wish,” the little dun mare says, smiling when young Moira asks to be the prettiest in all the land. She’ll probably regret it when she is older, but Djinni is not in the business of teaching lessons - only of granting wishes and spoiling her grandchildren. The genie places a gentle kiss on the grulla filly’s forehead as she leaves her in the Meadow, meandering away down the wide sunny path on the errands of the very old and nosey. Moira gallops toward the nearest water, eager to see if her wish has been granted. The creek is rippling and her reflection is not clear, but the green-eyed filly stares down at it intently for some time. Yes, she decides with a little nod, yes, Grandmother had in fact made her prettier. The little minnows in the water chortle their agreement in silvery voices Next time she’ll wish to be the most best warrior in Ischia, and her heart thrills at the idea. Moira wheels and kicks, lashing out with her hind legs. The semi-translucent fins that grows from her thighs to her fetlocks shine in the bright sunlight, and when she rears and kicks out the matching ones on her front legs, sides, and spine all but glow in the bright noonday sun. Distracted by her joyful prancing, Moira has not paid much attention to her surroundings. Now she pauses, her breathing quick, and looks around. She’s still in the meadow, the wide stretch of grass stretching around her. It’s more grass than she’s ever seen in one place, and she thinks that perhaps ten hundred horses might graze here and never be hungry. Wonderstruck, she takes in the word around her with amazement. RE: something has changed within me - Helion - 04-11-2021 @[Moira] RE: something has changed within me - Moira - 04-11-2021 Someone is coming toward her, and Moira nearly rears up as she tries to get tall enough to see them over the grass. Her blue-violet ears are flicking excitedly, and it never occurs to her that what is coming might be dangerous. It is a boy, and he looks to have hatched in a season close to her own, neither a tiny baby nor a near-adult. Moira has never actually seen a boy before, so she stares at him in a sort of marveled delight, from his glowing nose to his shiny tail. She is just thinking that the boy looks like a sun when he asks if she is a fish, and Moira laughs delightedly. “No!” She replies between giggles. She is flattered by the comparison (especially without all her fins!), and decides that both the Mainland and Boys are not quite as bad as she had been warned. “I’m Moira.” “I’m here to have an adventure,” she confides to the stranger, looking about the Meadow as though it is the most perfect place for an adventure. And to a girl who has only ever seen the darkness of Ischia and a bit of its day, the sunlit meadow is a wonderland. It is, however, only half so marvelous beside a boy who she has begun to suspect is a sun as well, albeit smaller and a little less glowy than the one overhead. “Are you a sun?” She asks curiously, hoping that she sounds polite. She’s not sure Momma had ever told them how to address a Sun. @[Helion] RE: something has changed within me - Helion - 04-15-2021 @[Moira] RE: something has changed within me - Moira - 04-18-2021 He confirms that he is a sun so very casually, like she might say that yes: she is a nereid. A sun! A real live sun?! “That’s amazing!” She exclaims. “@[Helion] the Sun.” She had not known that Suns could walk the earth, but she had also not known what sunlight looked like at all until a few weeks ago, and so she accepts easily. His change in tone causes her to flick both gold-tipped ears forward curiously, and she laughs delightedly at his suggestion. “Oh yes,” she agrees, “It’s very important to have good luck on an adventure.” Momma has always kissed them for luck, and it occurs to Moira now that she had not gotten Aquaria’s kiss before this adventure. So it really is good that Helion has come along, Moira decides, and beams over at him with renewed pleasure. “Okay. So.” She says, looking at the Meadow around them. There are clusters of horses here and there, enjoying the sunny afternoon. Most of them are just old enough to look boring to pre-adolescent Moira, but there are some eerie looking folks closer to the Field that look promising. When they vanish before her eyes, and huffs out a little breath, and turns back to Helion. “Do you know where the adventures are around here?” RE: something has changed within me - Helion - 04-27-2021 @[Moira] RE: something has changed within me - Moira - 05-12-2021 Moira rolls her eyes with exasperation, but the smile that follows it is as bright as it is brief. She finds his sheepish smile rather charming, and he is quick to make a suggestion that they follow the creek. A rather wonderful suggestion to something as aquatic as Moira, and she shows her agreement by moving forward and splashing into the water. It feels delightful on her feet, and the fins at her fetlocks bend against the current and ripple below the shallow water. This gives her an idea, and she grins. In an attempt to distract Helion, Moira asks him a series of questions - where does he live? Can he float in the sky like the sun? Does he have a hatch-mate like she does? In the meantime, she has gathered a fist sized ball of water that she’s slowly floated over his head, taking care to keep it behind him and out of his line of sight. She has had quite a bit of practice doing this to Acionna. “Can you swim?” She asks, because she is just easily bored and not truly cruel, “Or is it, like, dangerous for you to get wet?” RE: something has changed within me - Helion - 05-28-2021 @[Moira] RE: something has changed within me - Moira - 06-11-2021 Helion tells her of his sister the moon, and Moira’s eyes go wide with astonishment. Her hatch-mate is a kraken, as strong as she is lovely, but even a leviathan of the sea is not so grandiose as a moon. She completely forgets her concern over his lack of a home and the small twinge of jealousy at the idea of flying. A moon sister. “I’d like to meet her,” she tells him, “and you can meet Acionna. She is a kraken.” He will probably not be as impressed by her mother, who is the embodiment of the ocean itself. She forgets for just a moment, having known the water all her life, that the ocean is no less marvelous than the sky overhead. Moira’s love of mischief had developed early, and remains secondary only to her adoration of the water. (She and Acionna had been talking about their favorites the other day, and Moira’s were the ocean and jokes and all things pearlescent). This prank - the water bubble prank - is one of her specialities, and as soon as Helion confirms he is a great swimmer, Moira drops it on his head. It is not an especially large amount - just enough to soak a portion of a horse’s mane. Well, the mane of a horse with hair for a mane, and not one like Moira’s fins. She doesn’t wait long for Helion to react, and paws excitedly at the water that flows around her legs. Another step and she feels the transformation beginning, hears the gurgling of the river change from happy gibberish into a chorus of trillions of friendly voices. Moira smiles, delighted by the sensation as she always is, and leaps toward the deepest part of the creek a moment before her hind legs transform into a single aquatic tail. The fins at the end match those along her legs and spine, though the impressive swirl of them is lost in the dark shallows of the creek. In the warm tropics she is at her very best, but even here she moves beneath the waters with the ease of one hatched beneath them. She rises from the water after thorough soaking of her now-gleaming scales, and calls to him with rivulets of water running between her seafoam eyes. It’s a call she’s been practicing for a while, one that will someday be irresistible. Moira still needs to perfect her song, and Helion makes a very convenient audience. @[Helion] |