I'll be almost to the ocean when you open your eyes
A wave of nausea rolled across her, her stomach feeling very much like a storm tossed bit of driftwood. A dull, pounding ache had settled into her hindquarters. It hurt, but it didn't get any worse as she stood there and the blood flow had slowed to a wet seeping from the pattern of wounds.
Pulling herself out of her own pain had been an effort, but she'd been aware enough to piece together that this distressed stallion and the little one at his feet seemed to be alone in their grotto. No fragments of darkness writhed towards them, no evil yellow eyes reflected back at her. It was, she figured, a very calm scene. If you ignored the terror only just beginning to fade from the man's eyes.
His question is a good one, and she had to take a moment to wet her tongue before it would make the required sound to answer. "Aquaria, of Ischia," she rasped on a dry throat. She'd nearly drowned, but now she felt as if any spare liquid in her body had drained out her leg.
She offered a weak smile to the long legged filly who rose at last from her bed. There were many odd things she'd seen, both on land and in the sea, but the strangely tiny wings that adorned the girl's face still raised a brow. "Aren't you a funny flying fish," she murmured, lips tingling bizarrely around the words. "D'you know a Wishbone?" She slurred dreamily.
With very little thought, her legs made the decision that they were done with holding her up, and now that the adrenaline had faded from her blood, she was inclined to agree with them. Down she went, hind leg cocked out. It was too stiff to fold beneath her by now.
Aquaria
@[Dace]