-NYXA-
Little fish, big fish,
swimming in the water...
Oh, the River is not so far a walk for one as young as she. Nyxa likes the idea of a challenge, after all, and mother is busy. Always busy. Everyone is busy, for that matter. Brother Corvus, Father Canaan, Aunty Jah … even the other resident filly of Hyaline was nowhere to be found, though Nyxa had searched high and low for sight of her. “Why must adults be so booorrriiinggg?” She whines loudly, pushing through the tangle of growth along the riverbank.
It never occurs to her that children are, by far, considered annoying. Even as she tramps wet earth and rips loose ungrounded sprouts of weeds, the only reason she can fashion to her family’s absence is that it had something to do with things she simply, ‘didn’t quite understand yet.’ Whatever the hell that meant. “Ouch!” She protests as the snag of a bramble sheds a few watery feathers from her back.
“Useless things.” She grumbles, ruffling them while the empty spaces fill in with newly-shaped, water-filled points. Some days she wonders if they’ll ever be capable of anything more than keeping her back damp, fragile as they are. The small filly sighs, shakes her head to resume her earlier complacency, and turns about to look across the bank and out into the rush of headwaters.
Opposite her, a brightly-colored thing from myth contemplates her own reflection. Nyxa is hushed with excitement over the discovery, afraid that any sudden movement on her part will spook the horse and send it flying away - and then what fun would there be? “Hello there!” She tries instead, tripping unceremoniously down the bank in her rush to meet the glimmering mare.
“Don’t go, I’m coming, I’m coming!” She calls again, trudging waist-deep through the midst of the River.
Suddenly, her body is gone. The water has jerked her feet from beneath her and Nyxa, struggling to stay afloat, is being dragged beneath the froth of crashing waves and battered against the boulders on her journey.
@[Sirin] oops I sent you an idiot kid <3