03-09-2020, 09:36 PM
He'd been singing. With the dolphins. They had beautiful voices, ones he felt like he would never quite measure up to, but that didn't stop him from whistle-humming in answer when the pod showed up just off shore.
"Little cousin", they called him, and he'd figured that was as good a name as any for the bond he shared with the porpoises. They had names, but not ones he could say with his horse voice. It was the song they spoke, and the song he had to speak to be with them. And to sing properly, he had to be swimming. So really, it wasn't his fault that he lost track of the sea bed, had let the island of Ischia bob behind him until it's vivid green and gold melted into the water.
The sea colt dove and danced on the waves as easily as the sleek, grey-bodied family he played with. They laughed at his strange colors, at his funny legs and sometimes clumsy dialect, but that's what dolphins do. They laugh, and took very few things seriously. It wasnt anything cruel or mean spirited, just they didn't find any point in dwelling on the grimmer side of things.
So when the singing turned into giggling, giggling that echoed from all around, he figured it was probably a good idea to pop his head above water and see what the joke was. "Oh." A wry smile pulled at his lips as he whistled a chiding note to the orbiting pod. They laughed, and splashed, and otherwise made light of the fact that they'd successfully led him all the way from the shoals of Ischia and into the lagoons of the Resort.
"Thanks, thanks a lot," he grumbled good naturedly, smacking the broad flat of his tail against the water to splash the young female currently cackling to his aft. His action only served to make her peals louder than ever, and he could only roll his eyes and smile as the waves carried him further inland. Well. He hadn't had anything planned today, anyway.
Splashing ashore, the half-grown yearling said his goodbyes as the gleaming dolphins leapt in the bay. White, hot sand clung to his wet body wherever it touched, glittering and fine. He'd never been to this isle before, and every step drew his eyes in a new direction. The sand was paler here, the beaches longer. The cries of talkative parrots was notably missing, though, and the jungle didn't look so thick, so wild as the one of his home.
It was only when he came around a taller dune that his feet stopped their explorative motion. "Oh, hi there! Sorry, did I interrupt your nap?" That was what it looked like, anyway. He'd found someone else on this seemingly unoccupied island, someonev who until very recently, looked like they'd been dozing off in the sun. Cormorant admired the guy's wings. Some of his favorite horses were winged ones and he was starting to take it as a sign of good nature in others.
@[Gale]
"Little cousin", they called him, and he'd figured that was as good a name as any for the bond he shared with the porpoises. They had names, but not ones he could say with his horse voice. It was the song they spoke, and the song he had to speak to be with them. And to sing properly, he had to be swimming. So really, it wasn't his fault that he lost track of the sea bed, had let the island of Ischia bob behind him until it's vivid green and gold melted into the water.
The sea colt dove and danced on the waves as easily as the sleek, grey-bodied family he played with. They laughed at his strange colors, at his funny legs and sometimes clumsy dialect, but that's what dolphins do. They laugh, and took very few things seriously. It wasnt anything cruel or mean spirited, just they didn't find any point in dwelling on the grimmer side of things.
So when the singing turned into giggling, giggling that echoed from all around, he figured it was probably a good idea to pop his head above water and see what the joke was. "Oh." A wry smile pulled at his lips as he whistled a chiding note to the orbiting pod. They laughed, and splashed, and otherwise made light of the fact that they'd successfully led him all the way from the shoals of Ischia and into the lagoons of the Resort.
"Thanks, thanks a lot," he grumbled good naturedly, smacking the broad flat of his tail against the water to splash the young female currently cackling to his aft. His action only served to make her peals louder than ever, and he could only roll his eyes and smile as the waves carried him further inland. Well. He hadn't had anything planned today, anyway.
Splashing ashore, the half-grown yearling said his goodbyes as the gleaming dolphins leapt in the bay. White, hot sand clung to his wet body wherever it touched, glittering and fine. He'd never been to this isle before, and every step drew his eyes in a new direction. The sand was paler here, the beaches longer. The cries of talkative parrots was notably missing, though, and the jungle didn't look so thick, so wild as the one of his home.
It was only when he came around a taller dune that his feet stopped their explorative motion. "Oh, hi there! Sorry, did I interrupt your nap?" That was what it looked like, anyway. He'd found someone else on this seemingly unoccupied island, someonev who until very recently, looked like they'd been dozing off in the sun. Cormorant admired the guy's wings. Some of his favorite horses were winged ones and he was starting to take it as a sign of good nature in others.
@[Gale]