08-24-2021, 05:21 PM
Liet doesn't notice the stranger, not at first. He is too entranced in the sun, too caught up in his own self-reflection to notice the splashing of another. Wide, golden eyes almost a perfect reflection of the sun blink upward and away, years and years in the past. This present, amongst nereids and babbling water, is too much after six months as a tree.
That's why he startles when Moira's voice sings in his direction. Liet snaps his head around, stepping delicately away from the riverbank's lining of trees and peering curiously in her direction. His eyes narrow in concentration as he walks closer, a magic shimmer suddenly rising like heatwaves from his coat. It only takes a few moments more for Liet to spot the nereid's head above water. His chest begins to pound with the force of shifting he has yet to control, forcing him to stop with only one hoof in the water. He starts, attempting to distract his body from its shivering desire to change:
"Oh, yeah? Isn't it just another ocean horizon I won't be able to reach out west?"
But it doesn't work, for the thought of Tephra and all its tropical inhabitants reminds him of the swimming girl before him. Liet stumbles forward so the water might catch him as he changes: a nereid, pink and dappled with galaxies, something else all the way down to his (now her) gender.
"Oh," she says, blinking. Her voice is feminine and beautiful beneath the water's surface. "Can you come back down here?" Liet asks politely, face peering up at Moira.
@Moira here i am ten years later
That's why he startles when Moira's voice sings in his direction. Liet snaps his head around, stepping delicately away from the riverbank's lining of trees and peering curiously in her direction. His eyes narrow in concentration as he walks closer, a magic shimmer suddenly rising like heatwaves from his coat. It only takes a few moments more for Liet to spot the nereid's head above water. His chest begins to pound with the force of shifting he has yet to control, forcing him to stop with only one hoof in the water. He starts, attempting to distract his body from its shivering desire to change:
"Oh, yeah? Isn't it just another ocean horizon I won't be able to reach out west?"
But it doesn't work, for the thought of Tephra and all its tropical inhabitants reminds him of the swimming girl before him. Liet stumbles forward so the water might catch him as he changes: a nereid, pink and dappled with galaxies, something else all the way down to his (now her) gender.
"Oh," she says, blinking. Her voice is feminine and beautiful beneath the water's surface. "Can you come back down here?" Liet asks politely, face peering up at Moira.
@Moira here i am ten years later