it's a guarantee that he won't forget me.
my body little, my soul heavy.
Naia came to accept what she is. It may have taken years, but the beautiful nereid scales she wears are now welcome. She has her quiet wiles: the sway of her hips, the grin of her lips, the flutter of her lashes. All these temptations she practices on trees and frightened animals and the flowers she calls to her side.
Even in her acceptance she is still timid, still too frightened to draw in those that might not they want to be drawn.
Flowers glisten and bloom beneath her touch, vibrant colors of yellow and orange. The nereid brushes her muzzle over the foliage with a sweet smile, pale eyes glistening with the magic that renews her will. Sometimes she thinks she is better suited as a dryad, but the magicks of Beqanna did not see her fit for land, and so she calls these glistening plants to her side when she is landlocked.
Naia suddenly picks up her head at the babbling foal. She might have mistaken it for river-noises had she been anything other than a nereid - such oneness with the water allows her to know its every in and out. She finds the gaze of another nereid, and she immediately relaxes. The sparkling woman has never met another like her, so her guard drops instantly. She breathes out a soft oh, a curious and delighted smile curling her lips.
“Hello,” is her quiet murmuring. The distance between the two women is short, and Naia crosses it quickly. “I’ve never met another nereid,” she exclaims as her skin turns to scales (a motion she does not mean to do, one born out of excitement). “I’m Naia!” Normally, the mare would feel embarrassed by her candidness, but her fascination overpowers all else.
@[Adria]