let that lonely feeling wash away; maybe there's a reason to believe you'll be okay
Nerine is, mostly, home. Blue still depends on her mother for sustenance, after all, and Scorch’s home is Nerine. She has responsibilities there, and the rest of their family. The roan filly is the youngest of Scorch’s children, by a large margin, so her Nerinian brothers and sisters are older. There are children her own age, relatives even, and she loves the land of her dam. But Ischia is also special; she was born here, after all, and her father’s family is just as large. Here, too, she is not the youngest sibling; twins Maertin and Qaen are in fact days younger than Blue, and her favorite playmates.
Today, though, mother and father had gone off to have a “private adult discussion”, and Maertin and Qaen were nowhere to be found, despite Blue’s best efforts. She’d considered returning to her parents and tattling on the boys, for surely Brennen hadn’t approved any wandering away from the island any more than either of her parents would let her do so, but in the end the filly decided to amuse herself instead of getting her half-brothers in trouble. Away from the watchful eye of either parent, she falls to practicing in the water, more daring feats than she is usually allowed.
The small girl is standing several yards out into the surf, far beyond where the ocean would usually close over her head. In fact, the waves are crashing over her head; but she’s cleared a space several feet wider than herself all around, keeping her safe and dry. There’s a faint frown of concentration on her face, but she becomes distracted by the sight of wings far overhead – quite likely, in Ischia, it might be a relative. The filly lifts her voice to call excitedly, rearing up a little, but she loses her grasp on the sea as she does, and the water she was holding at bay crash down over her head.
For a moment, that’s all there is – frothing ocean waves and no Blue.
But a couple of heartbeats later she breaks the surface, spluttering and coughing, but the waves clearly arranged to push her to safety on the beach, leaving the blue roan splayed across the warm sand in a heap of confused limbs.
Today, though, mother and father had gone off to have a “private adult discussion”, and Maertin and Qaen were nowhere to be found, despite Blue’s best efforts. She’d considered returning to her parents and tattling on the boys, for surely Brennen hadn’t approved any wandering away from the island any more than either of her parents would let her do so, but in the end the filly decided to amuse herself instead of getting her half-brothers in trouble. Away from the watchful eye of either parent, she falls to practicing in the water, more daring feats than she is usually allowed.
The small girl is standing several yards out into the surf, far beyond where the ocean would usually close over her head. In fact, the waves are crashing over her head; but she’s cleared a space several feet wider than herself all around, keeping her safe and dry. There’s a faint frown of concentration on her face, but she becomes distracted by the sight of wings far overhead – quite likely, in Ischia, it might be a relative. The filly lifts her voice to call excitedly, rearing up a little, but she loses her grasp on the sea as she does, and the water she was holding at bay crash down over her head.
For a moment, that’s all there is – frothing ocean waves and no Blue.
But a couple of heartbeats later she breaks the surface, spluttering and coughing, but the waves clearly arranged to push her to safety on the beach, leaving the blue roan splayed across the warm sand in a heap of confused limbs.
@[Eifa]