The fish told me...
She had been following this same river for months. Sometimes it was easy, sometimes she had to take a detour, dodging steep slopes, thorny banks and sharp rock outcroppings. However, she always returned to it, as well as to its inhabitants. The journey was a lot more fun, after all, when she could talk to her scaled friends. Some of the fish would only stay with her for a short amount of time; some, she would walk alongside for days. In addition, she did not have any place to go to anyways. Yet, her nomadic upbringing urged her to stay on the move. Thus, rivers, streams, lakes and the occasional seashore had become the red threads leading her through life.
However, this river had felt different, back when she had arrived at its source. It had made her feel like there was something waiting at the end. As she followed its sloping banks, she had felt a growing sense of purpose with each step. Today, she’d finally reached this place which apparently was named Beqanna, as she was told by the local fish. The river had by now morphed into a relatively shallow stream, which happily gurgled and bubbled as it ran through the rolling fields before her. She gazed at the vibrant, green meadows and all of the colorful horses roaming around them, a fine golden border lining their contours as a result of the late afternoon sun’s rays. She suddenly felt vaguely as though she had now reached her destination- which was quite a strange feeling, considering that she was used only to traveling, not reaching. She shook her mane until it fell comfortably across her pale, gold-tinged neck, shimmering in the soft afternoon sunlight. Her light blue eyes glided along her surroundings as she looked for a distraction from all of these destiny-like feelings she was suddenly experiencing.
As usual, she found said distraction in the river right next to her. A catfish was floating lazily in the stream, moving its fins every now and then to stay in the same place. “Well,”, she addressed the dark-grey, whiskered fish amiably, “This does look like quite the place, doesn’t it? Not too shabby, not too shabby at all.” The fish agreed. Yes, it did sport good foraging grounds, with nice, muddy ponds aplenty. Sheika nodded understandingly, a pensive look in her eyes as she followed the movements of the horses in the distance. “What do you think, then? Do you think I could do well in this place?” The catfish offered her a scrutinizing look with its round, yellow eyes. “What?”, she snorted, offended at its reply, “You feel I’m too much of a fish to fit in with these horses? Well, you are half a cat so I do not believe you should be the one judging! Ha!” She looked content as the catfish twitched its whiskers in a ruffled manner, flicking its fins and swimming off to go bugger someone else. Cheeky fellows, those catfishes.
She was still congratulating herself on her comeback when she suddenly realised another horse's presence near her and turned her head. She blinked owlishly as she prepared to communicate with a non-fish being for the first time in probably years, remaining stock-still so she would not scare it off immediately (as she usually would do when meeting a new fish).
However, this river had felt different, back when she had arrived at its source. It had made her feel like there was something waiting at the end. As she followed its sloping banks, she had felt a growing sense of purpose with each step. Today, she’d finally reached this place which apparently was named Beqanna, as she was told by the local fish. The river had by now morphed into a relatively shallow stream, which happily gurgled and bubbled as it ran through the rolling fields before her. She gazed at the vibrant, green meadows and all of the colorful horses roaming around them, a fine golden border lining their contours as a result of the late afternoon sun’s rays. She suddenly felt vaguely as though she had now reached her destination- which was quite a strange feeling, considering that she was used only to traveling, not reaching. She shook her mane until it fell comfortably across her pale, gold-tinged neck, shimmering in the soft afternoon sunlight. Her light blue eyes glided along her surroundings as she looked for a distraction from all of these destiny-like feelings she was suddenly experiencing.
As usual, she found said distraction in the river right next to her. A catfish was floating lazily in the stream, moving its fins every now and then to stay in the same place. “Well,”, she addressed the dark-grey, whiskered fish amiably, “This does look like quite the place, doesn’t it? Not too shabby, not too shabby at all.” The fish agreed. Yes, it did sport good foraging grounds, with nice, muddy ponds aplenty. Sheika nodded understandingly, a pensive look in her eyes as she followed the movements of the horses in the distance. “What do you think, then? Do you think I could do well in this place?” The catfish offered her a scrutinizing look with its round, yellow eyes. “What?”, she snorted, offended at its reply, “You feel I’m too much of a fish to fit in with these horses? Well, you are half a cat so I do not believe you should be the one judging! Ha!” She looked content as the catfish twitched its whiskers in a ruffled manner, flicking its fins and swimming off to go bugger someone else. Cheeky fellows, those catfishes.
She was still congratulating herself on her comeback when she suddenly realised another horse's presence near her and turned her head. She blinked owlishly as she prepared to communicate with a non-fish being for the first time in probably years, remaining stock-still so she would not scare it off immediately (as she usually would do when meeting a new fish).
Sheika
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