Nyxa
Even as Nyxa stands on the shores of the Field, looking out across the frigid waters to where her harebrained dam has decided to stake a claim, she contemplates turning around and never going.
Oh, she knows Circinae is waiting there for her. Nyxa can almost feel those unsettling blue eyes just staring at her from across the sea. Her own pale ears turn down at the thought, a pink tongue flashing between her lips in mockery of the mother who couldn’t see. Circy had just freaking left her to her own devices! Just assumed that mutual care from Aunt Jah, Brother Corvus, and Father Canaan would be enough to fill that aching part of her Circy had forgotten to fill.
But, Nyxa is her mother’s daughter after all, and like her other siblings there’s a streak of something in her that drives her forward onto the shore and out into the first wavebreaks of ice-laden water. High tide or low, she doesn’t care. She’d almost drown once, anyways, and a stranger had been the one to pluck her from rushing death.
Her legs guide her further, down into the murky depths she finds (with mild surprise) don’t even chill her. Beneath the undulating waves her wings thaw, reverting to their original liquid form so that she can stretch them out beside her and feel the glory of having them worked. Beneath the River she’d opened them too, finding then that their function had been akin to fins when she used them for leverage - so she swirls them lazily now, admiring the way they glide seamlessly against their own element.
In curiosity, she lets the breakers overwhelm her and so she sinks -
Down a little further -
Until her eyes open again to see the calm of the ocean in a whole new light. She gasps - a creature shadows by and jerks away to the safety of deeper places - but the action doesn’t stifle or strangle her like it had before. In fact, Nyxa feels no more oppressed down here than she does on land - it stuns her immobile for minute.
She gulps, opens her mouth again; “No change … I can breathe down here.” She realizes.
The giddiness of youth overtakes her. Nyxa, submersed but not subdued, spreads her wings once more and forces them down to move her body forward and so, she discovers a new talent. Nyxa … the little water bird; soon enough she’s flying through the sea. All too quickly the rough seabed of Ischia is rising from black depths and Nyxa curves upwards, gliding like an odd fish over the berth of pale sands until she breaks the surface to clatter up the sugar shoreline and stand, dripping, at the edge of the tropical wood.
“Mother!” She cries, breathless from her underwater journey, “Jah! Anyone! Hellooooo?”
Wayward daughter of Canaan and Circinae
@[Jah-Lilah]