09-10-2023, 08:18 PM
She rises higher, swimming upward until her head and neck break the surface of the smooth bay. The water laps at her scaled shoulders. and the sun overhead is bright and warm. The air smells fresh and salty - not so different from the sea - and teases at the waterlogged weight of her dark mane. Nothing moves on the shore but a few long-legged birds, and Orieta watches the scurry about at the edge of the waves.
When she grows tired of their incessant back-and-forth, she sinks back beneath the water. Perhaps it's time to swim farther up the river, to see if there is anything more interesting to watch.
As she turns to dive deeper, something bright catches her attention. At first glance, she thinks perhaps one of the luminescent sea jellies is drifting toward her, but as she moves closer and the glowing form takes shape in the darker water, Orieta realizes she has been mistaken. The soft purple-pink glow is from an aquatic creature, but not the type she had been expecting. Instead, a creature that looks remarkably like Orieta herself asks: 'Are you a Baltian?'
Orieta tilts her head in a perfect mirror of Fazia's, the brows beneath her gold and purple markings wrinkled in confusion.
"I'm from Baltia. Sort of. The edge of it, anyway. But I'm a nereid." There's a brief pause, and a curious inspection of the four long limbs. "What are you?" Perhaps her fahter had been one of the glowing jellyfish, she muses, and that is why she has too many legs.
@Fazia
When she grows tired of their incessant back-and-forth, she sinks back beneath the water. Perhaps it's time to swim farther up the river, to see if there is anything more interesting to watch.
As she turns to dive deeper, something bright catches her attention. At first glance, she thinks perhaps one of the luminescent sea jellies is drifting toward her, but as she moves closer and the glowing form takes shape in the darker water, Orieta realizes she has been mistaken. The soft purple-pink glow is from an aquatic creature, but not the type she had been expecting. Instead, a creature that looks remarkably like Orieta herself asks: 'Are you a Baltian?'
Orieta tilts her head in a perfect mirror of Fazia's, the brows beneath her gold and purple markings wrinkled in confusion.
"I'm from Baltia. Sort of. The edge of it, anyway. But I'm a nereid." There's a brief pause, and a curious inspection of the four long limbs. "What are you?" Perhaps her fahter had been one of the glowing jellyfish, she muses, and that is why she has too many legs.
@Fazia