Ruhr
02-15-2025, 12:25 PM
The sound of a voice from near the River brings him to a stop, and Ruhr turns his neck to look back toward the speaker. Not near the River, he realizes as his afternoon-bright eyes, but in the River. Her glittering scales are an effective disguise, but as she transforms into the more terrestrial shape Ruhr had seen before, he recognizes the mare with her golden hair and matching eye.
To cross paths twice is an oddity attributable to the Moon. He turns and limps back the few feet to face her, remaining with all four hooves on dry ground as he faces the surfacing scaled creature.
Not Baltian, he sees now, just unfortunately aquatic in appearance. At least the Moon has granted her the ability to wear a hide without scales. She has also gifted the mare with strange desires, but Ruhr only tilts his head and asks curiously: “What would you do with an empty world?”
What would he do? What would the Moon want?
The possibilities are endless, he realizes quickly.
But what does he know of those beneath the sea? Perhaps that is why the Moon had crossed their paths, so he might know of what lies forever out of his reach.
“Is the water as quiet as the skies?” He asks.
To cross paths twice is an oddity attributable to the Moon. He turns and limps back the few feet to face her, remaining with all four hooves on dry ground as he faces the surfacing scaled creature.
Not Baltian, he sees now, just unfortunately aquatic in appearance. At least the Moon has granted her the ability to wear a hide without scales. She has also gifted the mare with strange desires, but Ruhr only tilts his head and asks curiously: “What would you do with an empty world?”
What would he do? What would the Moon want?
The possibilities are endless, he realizes quickly.
But what does he know of those beneath the sea? Perhaps that is why the Moon had crossed their paths, so he might know of what lies forever out of his reach.
“Is the water as quiet as the skies?” He asks.