08-25-2019, 08:05 AM
Pteron is sorry to disappoint her, but he makes a note to keep an eye out for this mysterious Vita who looks a lot like him. Perhaps she lives on these islands too, though the stallion is not sure how long he’ll linger and if he’d find her in that short time. He’d not really meant to stop at all, but as Aquaria begins to answer his question, he is reminded once more how glad he is that he had.
He’s not entirely sure what a Dame is, but the way she uses the word indicates its someone of importance – perhaps the leader of the island. So Aquaria is part of the ruling family, or at least the family of someone who matters here, and Pteron smiles. Pretty and important, and more than capable of luring him to his death in the sea. He smiles at her jest but does not contradict it, instead adding that he’d find that perfectly acceptable: “As long as it was just a near drowning,” as opposed to the real thing.
She confirms that this place is Ischia and that it is her ancestral home, and somehow that seems perfectly fitting. Where else would a family of Nereids call home but a tropical paradise like this one?
“It’s mostly green,” he tells her, “but all different shades of it, ringed in white sand and then the green water.” There had been a smattering of clearings, places where he knows it it likely that a tree has fallen or where a pond or lake breaks up the jungle. “I like this view better,” Pteron tells her, and though he does mean the view of Ischia from the land, he doesn’t take his green gaze from hers.
@[Aquaria]
He’s not entirely sure what a Dame is, but the way she uses the word indicates its someone of importance – perhaps the leader of the island. So Aquaria is part of the ruling family, or at least the family of someone who matters here, and Pteron smiles. Pretty and important, and more than capable of luring him to his death in the sea. He smiles at her jest but does not contradict it, instead adding that he’d find that perfectly acceptable: “As long as it was just a near drowning,” as opposed to the real thing.
She confirms that this place is Ischia and that it is her ancestral home, and somehow that seems perfectly fitting. Where else would a family of Nereids call home but a tropical paradise like this one?
“It’s mostly green,” he tells her, “but all different shades of it, ringed in white sand and then the green water.” There had been a smattering of clearings, places where he knows it it likely that a tree has fallen or where a pond or lake breaks up the jungle. “I like this view better,” Pteron tells her, and though he does mean the view of Ischia from the land, he doesn’t take his green gaze from hers.
@[Aquaria]