09-01-2021, 02:07 PM
The pink nereid strikes Moira as somewhat odd, but the younger girl is not at all perturbed. The ocean is filled with oddities, after all, with things strange and wonderful. And lovely too, which the newly finned pegasus repeats to herself.
At the half finished phrase, Moira’s dark head tilts in curiosity, and she waits for the rest of the answer.
Liet is from the North, she says, and Moira wonders if perhaps that is why she is a little strange. Her mother has said that different lands have different customs, and perhaps that is true even for nerieds from other lands as well. Perhaps they are like the ice - cool and withdrawn. The image appeals to her, and she smiles happily at Liet, who is now swimming downstream.
Moira joins her, taking a position in Liet’s slipstream without conscious thought, enjoying the lack of resistance and the occasional brush of Liet’s fins against her (and vice versa) as they move through the water. She chatters as they go, the soft bubbles of her speech tickle at her gills and throat.
“Oh they are wonderful! The sea is pretty shallow around the islands, and between the seagrass meadows are huge reefs of every kind of coral.” She describes some of these as they go, including her favorite to rest on - the table corals. “What’s Nerine like?”
@liet
At the half finished phrase, Moira’s dark head tilts in curiosity, and she waits for the rest of the answer.
Liet is from the North, she says, and Moira wonders if perhaps that is why she is a little strange. Her mother has said that different lands have different customs, and perhaps that is true even for nerieds from other lands as well. Perhaps they are like the ice - cool and withdrawn. The image appeals to her, and she smiles happily at Liet, who is now swimming downstream.
Moira joins her, taking a position in Liet’s slipstream without conscious thought, enjoying the lack of resistance and the occasional brush of Liet’s fins against her (and vice versa) as they move through the water. She chatters as they go, the soft bubbles of her speech tickle at her gills and throat.
“Oh they are wonderful! The sea is pretty shallow around the islands, and between the seagrass meadows are huge reefs of every kind of coral.” She describes some of these as they go, including her favorite to rest on - the table corals. “What’s Nerine like?”
@liet