07-25-2023, 11:13 AM
Fazia did not inherit either of her parent’s magnificent fin shapes (yet) but she was a Baltian through and through. She did not need aid in cutting through the waters and only very occasionally allowed herself to admit that fins would make the endeavour a little easier. But she enjoyed her amphibious lifestyle - born to Baltians but in such a strange world and time that the land is now a part of her too.
She’s become fond of the in-between places she’s discovered in Beqanna. The pockets of trees in the forest that are bright with autumn even when it is spring, the shorelines - and the part where the fresh riverwater mingles with that of the sea. Her inheritance lies in that vast ocean, and she’s fond of dreaming up all the wonderful and ridiculous things that could be found out there, past the horizon (an inbetween place she only wishes she could visit - to touch the spot where the sea and the sky brush against one another).
But the sea holds too much, sometimes and she needs to turn away from it all. There is too much memory and too much pain, try as her parents might to hide it. So she sets her silver-slitted eyes on smaller things, things that are easier to digest. Rivers and lakes and meadows and forests - all of which have easily defined borders, and can be explored (she theorizes) completely.
Today she is swimming in that in-between place of brackish water, her body more or less just floating - adrift just as her mind is, until she catches another shape. There isn’t much living here - many creatures adapting to just either salt or fresh water - and she moves to investigate. It’s a girl just about her age, familiar in a hazy sort of way. A Baltian, perhaps? There are still many she hasn’t met, she knows, but there's something a little off about this one.
Fazia angles downward, churning the water with her translucent legs and stirring up sediment as she approaches. There’s enough light here that she isn’t invisible among the shadows, and she casts a soft pink-purple glow. “Are you a Baltian?”
The curious words aren’t quite a greeting, but they’re the closest thing she’s going to give as she tilts her head - scanning what she can see of the other girl.
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@Orieta
I left it vague what age they are since it took me 500 years to reply but figured we could jump this to more current?
She’s become fond of the in-between places she’s discovered in Beqanna. The pockets of trees in the forest that are bright with autumn even when it is spring, the shorelines - and the part where the fresh riverwater mingles with that of the sea. Her inheritance lies in that vast ocean, and she’s fond of dreaming up all the wonderful and ridiculous things that could be found out there, past the horizon (an inbetween place she only wishes she could visit - to touch the spot where the sea and the sky brush against one another).
But the sea holds too much, sometimes and she needs to turn away from it all. There is too much memory and too much pain, try as her parents might to hide it. So she sets her silver-slitted eyes on smaller things, things that are easier to digest. Rivers and lakes and meadows and forests - all of which have easily defined borders, and can be explored (she theorizes) completely.
Today she is swimming in that in-between place of brackish water, her body more or less just floating - adrift just as her mind is, until she catches another shape. There isn’t much living here - many creatures adapting to just either salt or fresh water - and she moves to investigate. It’s a girl just about her age, familiar in a hazy sort of way. A Baltian, perhaps? There are still many she hasn’t met, she knows, but there's something a little off about this one.
Fazia angles downward, churning the water with her translucent legs and stirring up sediment as she approaches. There’s enough light here that she isn’t invisible among the shadows, and she casts a soft pink-purple glow. “Are you a Baltian?”
The curious words aren’t quite a greeting, but they’re the closest thing she’s going to give as she tilts her head - scanning what she can see of the other girl.
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@Orieta
I left it vague what age they are since it took me 500 years to reply but figured we could jump this to more current?