breaking like the wine-stained glass that held my drink
She has only known the serenity of the ocean. The uniqueness of being the only nereid there was. But she barely knows what she is capable of. The beauty and dangers of the very creature she is.
The waters around her is all she has ever known to protect. It had made her what she is, taking her when she had nothing. They had made her a daughter, a child of the waters.
Eva, still a child, naïve and curious of the world did not have a guiding hand of a mother and father. It was the mother of the ocean that protected her, making her a nereid and capable of controlling what she had been called to protect.
But she wishes to know it all, drawn to the very dryland that she circles day and day out since she found its very existence outside of her land mother’s womb on the shore of the bone-bleached beach. A tint of darkness and sadness mixed into one while she had been a gift of life that day.
The voice of the dryland callers her in some sort of dark and dangerous way. That’s why she is here today, trying to find courage within herself to explore what lays beyond the waters of her home. The dangers that could hurt her and what she protects fiercely.
She is thrusted suddenly though after screaming out with annoyance. The great force of the wave pushes her forward towards the dry land she considered not going up and exploring. Eva screams out in fear, but also annoyance thinking her mother ocean did something without her approval. The sea-girl squirms and pushes the water as much as she can to get away from the shore coming forward, but she twists and turns, unable to manage her control over the powerful wave that pushes her onto the dryland.
Eva feels the embarkment suddenly on her wet body as she rolls up onto shore, the sand and dirt cling to her soaked and scaled coat. Her head spins slightly, feeling dizzy and unsteady as she lays there for a moment or two. It feels like a long time, but eventually she finds the dizziness finding and her balance returning. The sand beneath her feels strange and different. Definitely different from the wet sand that harbors at the bottom of the ocean.
Realizing she has landed on her belly during the whole chaotic situation, Eva quickly glances around, realizing she is on the dryland. “Well, you didn’t have to do it like that,” she says loudly, speaking to the ocean as she has not realized it has another one that sent her all the way to the shore. Eva snorts with irritation as she finally gets a grip of herself and glances out to the waters. She quickly catches sight of the waterhorse perked up where the river opens into the ocean.
“WHO ARE YOU!” She asks with a great demanding tone. Eva puts one hoof out and attempts to find her balance on the dryland. She struggles like a newborn foal trying to find their footing in the world. “Did you do this to me?” She asks with anger, still trying to attempt to stand up. Eva falls down on her bum, and she lets out an annoyed snort of frustration, blowing the few strands of her mane up and then over her face again.
Eva shakes her head in a frenzy. Orange-gold eyes bright and bold keeping her attention clear on the older horse. “Well, are you going to say something?” She says, clearly making no effort this time to move from the position she fell into.
Eva
@[Adria]