12-19-2021, 07:34 PM
MAURTIA
It takes a rumbling of the earth to get Maurtia to be interested enough to wander off of Ischia’s islands and back onto the mainland. She leaves behind the bones and ghosts that have become familiar, taking with her only her companion - a shadowy wolf that mingles with the fog that rises around her legs as she crosses through Tephra.
When she is greeted by water on the other side of the jungle kingdom, she has to stand still for a moment and frown at it. As though doing so will get it to speak to her and explain itself.
Sure, it had been a few years since Beyza had taken them to Ischia but she is very sure there had only been one water crossing along the way.
Without the aid of her mother’s magic, Maurtia first attempts to craft herself a raft out of bones and - finding that the fragments around her are too small and the overall process would take too much effort - decides to swim instead.
About halfway across she looks to the north and sees a trail of land that stretches the length of the channel and hears the laughter of nearby ghosts.
Undaunted, even when it begins to rain, Maurtia emerges on the beach at the other side in an unreasonably good mood for someone so soaked.
Perhaps that is because there is someone interesting nearby. He looks like he belongs in Ischia, she decides, and maybe that’s what draws her a little closer though as he stalks across the beach he is heading away from her. Her long tail drags behind her, and would be a prettier sight if she had not just emerged from the water. The damp hair collects dirt and sand and anything else it can find - but her bright white eyes are on the blue figure ahead.
She is not trying to be discrete with following him, though she attempts for a while to match her stride with the hoofprints left in the soft ground just to see if she can. Eventually, even this game gets boring as well as the silence so she calls out - “Where are you going?”
When she is greeted by water on the other side of the jungle kingdom, she has to stand still for a moment and frown at it. As though doing so will get it to speak to her and explain itself.
Sure, it had been a few years since Beyza had taken them to Ischia but she is very sure there had only been one water crossing along the way.
Without the aid of her mother’s magic, Maurtia first attempts to craft herself a raft out of bones and - finding that the fragments around her are too small and the overall process would take too much effort - decides to swim instead.
About halfway across she looks to the north and sees a trail of land that stretches the length of the channel and hears the laughter of nearby ghosts.
Undaunted, even when it begins to rain, Maurtia emerges on the beach at the other side in an unreasonably good mood for someone so soaked.
Perhaps that is because there is someone interesting nearby. He looks like he belongs in Ischia, she decides, and maybe that’s what draws her a little closer though as he stalks across the beach he is heading away from her. Her long tail drags behind her, and would be a prettier sight if she had not just emerged from the water. The damp hair collects dirt and sand and anything else it can find - but her bright white eyes are on the blue figure ahead.
She is not trying to be discrete with following him, though she attempts for a while to match her stride with the hoofprints left in the soft ground just to see if she can. Eventually, even this game gets boring as well as the silence so she calls out - “Where are you going?”
@adrius