Youth becomes the little golden-white filly. She’s a chirpy little thing, brimming near to bursting with curiosity and gifted with the ability to fully explore most of the world around her - land and sea. The sky is forbidden to her but occasionally, she feels a longing in her chest and an urge to race the wind when it tangles invisible fingers into her plaited mane and tail. Like her ancestors before her, Adria is purely elemental in design and blessed with a family who encourages these habits.
It hadn’t taken long for her to discover that, like her dam, she was nereid in every way. When the salty spray of the ocean had touched her legs for the first time, scales had raised themselves from her smooth flesh to glitter and gleam in the bright sunlight. The water was no obstacle for her; Hod and Nyxa had appropriately birthed a water baby through and through.
It’s the same waves she seeks out today; Ischia’s seasonally pleasant current is smooth and yet unencumbered by impending winter storms so she’s off to find her father - no doubt hunting with his sharp teeth and echolocation, keeping himself fit and happy. Mother is out to sea, deep in concentration on gathering what water forces she could ever since King Brennen had left and the Island had grown suspiciously quiet. Outside of this perfect bubble of a home, danger was overflowing, and yet the beautiful girl could hardly begin to fathom or care for it.
She has all that she needs here, that and more. “Pappa!” She calls, once her hooves reach the edge of the island where the sand is soaked and cool. He’d promised to teach her stealthy swimming today, to feel her environment with her other senses, not just sight alone. He wasn’t about to get out of it, not if she could help it. “Pappaaaaa I’m ready for my lesson!” The young girl croons, edging a bit further into the foamy surf.
Where was he?
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@[Hod] <3 <3 yayyyyyy!
It hadn’t taken long for her to discover that, like her dam, she was nereid in every way. When the salty spray of the ocean had touched her legs for the first time, scales had raised themselves from her smooth flesh to glitter and gleam in the bright sunlight. The water was no obstacle for her; Hod and Nyxa had appropriately birthed a water baby through and through.
It’s the same waves she seeks out today; Ischia’s seasonally pleasant current is smooth and yet unencumbered by impending winter storms so she’s off to find her father - no doubt hunting with his sharp teeth and echolocation, keeping himself fit and happy. Mother is out to sea, deep in concentration on gathering what water forces she could ever since King Brennen had left and the Island had grown suspiciously quiet. Outside of this perfect bubble of a home, danger was overflowing, and yet the beautiful girl could hardly begin to fathom or care for it.
She has all that she needs here, that and more. “Pappa!” She calls, once her hooves reach the edge of the island where the sand is soaked and cool. He’d promised to teach her stealthy swimming today, to feel her environment with her other senses, not just sight alone. He wasn’t about to get out of it, not if she could help it. “Pappaaaaa I’m ready for my lesson!” The young girl croons, edging a bit further into the foamy surf.
Where was he?
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@[Hod] <3 <3 yayyyyyy!