black water take over; celina, anyone

[Celina]

“You didn’t even leave any scraps for me to beg off you,” Celina says, hopping nimbly down the embankment to land opposite Rivuline. Her pale nose flares curiously, but the turquoise mare has eaten every bit of the mackerel that still flavor the air. Celina’s belly gives an audible rumble, but she ignores it for the time being, preferring instead to converse with Rivuline. She’d seen some of the hunt from her high perch, the way that the tobiano creature had streaked through the water with incredible speed, the sharp turns and dives she’d taken to drive the fish into their death trap. It was impressive, and Celina admires the fin along Rivuline’s topline with renewed respect. Still odd-looking out of the water, the filly thinks, but clearly useful while submerged. Rivuline had told them that she lived in the ocean, and Celina now fully understands how. Some part of her own nature is tied to the sea, but she has never had the urge to swim beneath the ways. Celina is content to lure in the fish with her blinking fireflies and to sunbathe in the rocky shallows. Having recently shown Aeolus that the fish of Taiga were tastier than those of his tropical home, Celina is curious how they compare to wherever it is in the western ocean that Rivuline had lived before. “How’s the hunting here?” She asks, assuming that the other woman will know to what she refers. celina i'm that bad type, make-your-mama-sad type make-your-girlfriend-mad type, might-seduce-your-dad type

@[Rivuline]