11-12-2019, 05:18 PM
She did not visit the field very often. Let alone in the dead of winter. It was difficult for the water mare to traverse the bitter land, the ice crusted earth that crackles beneath her hooves. It was as alien to her as a barren desert would be, as far removed from her oceanic home as the moon. Still, she figured it wouldn't hurt anymore that she visited it before returning to the island.
The pearl woman walked slowly, each step a calculation. The snow was not thick here, just a dusting overlaid on frost patched grass. The trick was not slipping on the hidden patches of ice where water had pooled. Her divided focus delayed her notice of the pale woman who drank from a still-flowing creek. Fast water did not freeze as easily as still.
Smiling in her elegant way, the nereid approached with her easy, floating gait. Her large, amethyst eyes blinked liquidly as she took in the bloody stained coat of the woman, wondering what could have caused such marks. "Hello," she cooed as sweetly as the brook. "What brings you to the field? My name is Aquaria, may I know yours?" She asked, head thrown delicately as she spoke.
The weak winter's sun rested on her back, barely noticeable in the cold. How she longed to be home, hopefully before the sun set and took his meager heat with it. It never got this cold in Ischia. Perhaps... Perhaps she could bring this new stranger home with her.
@[Bathory]
The pearl woman walked slowly, each step a calculation. The snow was not thick here, just a dusting overlaid on frost patched grass. The trick was not slipping on the hidden patches of ice where water had pooled. Her divided focus delayed her notice of the pale woman who drank from a still-flowing creek. Fast water did not freeze as easily as still.
Smiling in her elegant way, the nereid approached with her easy, floating gait. Her large, amethyst eyes blinked liquidly as she took in the bloody stained coat of the woman, wondering what could have caused such marks. "Hello," she cooed as sweetly as the brook. "What brings you to the field? My name is Aquaria, may I know yours?" She asked, head thrown delicately as she spoke.
The weak winter's sun rested on her back, barely noticeable in the cold. How she longed to be home, hopefully before the sun set and took his meager heat with it. It never got this cold in Ischia. Perhaps... Perhaps she could bring this new stranger home with her.
@[Bathory]