06-30-2021, 02:16 PM
Moira rarely leaves the saltwater, but today she weaves through the kelp at the Rivermouth and makes her way upstream. Acionna had sworn to her that this waterway led all the way through to the ocean on the other side, and today Moira means to find out if her hatchmate had been telling the truth.
Like most waterways that are not her tropical home, the River is chilly against her sleek grey hide and scales. But it is water, and so she feels at home, and makes her way upstream with all the ease of a creature born to. And she had been, after all. She is a daughter of the ocean.
Not a daughter a very good sense of direction though, for when the river branches off, the young nereid follows the narrower but warmer rivulet that comes from the Forest rather than the wide snow-melt from Hyaline.
Eventually she grows suspicious of her location, and lifts her head above the water.
It is a strange stroke of luck that she does so just as the stallion asks the sun what he is.
“You know they can’t hear you when they’re up that high, right?” she asks, thinking of Helion the Sun. “Maybe you should go west and wait for them to set and ask again?” The nereid is attempting to be helpful, and to do that requires speaking, which means using her song to ensure her voice does not grate at his ears here above the water.
@liet
Like most waterways that are not her tropical home, the River is chilly against her sleek grey hide and scales. But it is water, and so she feels at home, and makes her way upstream with all the ease of a creature born to. And she had been, after all. She is a daughter of the ocean.
Not a daughter a very good sense of direction though, for when the river branches off, the young nereid follows the narrower but warmer rivulet that comes from the Forest rather than the wide snow-melt from Hyaline.
Eventually she grows suspicious of her location, and lifts her head above the water.
It is a strange stroke of luck that she does so just as the stallion asks the sun what he is.
“You know they can’t hear you when they’re up that high, right?” she asks, thinking of Helion the Sun. “Maybe you should go west and wait for them to set and ask again?” The nereid is attempting to be helpful, and to do that requires speaking, which means using her song to ensure her voice does not grate at his ears here above the water.
@liet