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[Mesarez]

Mesarez

It’s with no small splash that Mesarez returns to the water after another bout of exploring the new world that Baltia had been pulled into. He did not so much as slip into the water as fall into it spectacularly, his body shifting back into familiar fins.

For now, it was his mother’s problem to deal with - what this meant for all of them, if it meant anything at all. Their ocean had been replaced by someone else’s, and Mesarez couldn’t help but wonder about the exiles. Had the outer reaches of the kingdom been brought as well? Or were they now free of the kingdom that had cast them out?

His attempts to avoid thinking about the heavier parts of this situation were not very successful. Nearly a century of life under his mother’s tutelage had, regrettably, actually taught him some things about being a ruler.

Still, though he could not often stop his thoughts from wandering that did not mean he had to go physically be present with the conversations that were undeniably happening between dear old mom, Helice, and Rezza. Those mares were all far smarter than he was, best to leave it up to them.

Besides, he is just moving from unfamiliar waters to the familiar structures of Baltia when he spots a familiar face - and his smile widens. Though the expression should be sharp thanks to his kelpie features, it is dampened both by the brilliant shine of his eyes and the fact that he floats upside down over to his luminescent friend, his tail moving lazily to keep him in her way.

And, of course, she has known him for too long - there is no way to trick her into thinking there's a malicious bone inside of his body. She can, after all, see every single one of them.

“Poseida. There's a whole new world to discover and you’re still lurking down here?”

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[poseida]

poseida—

She, too, had felt it.
The violent upheaval.
The way it echoed in the bones, jarred the teeth.

But she had not felt any impulse to investigate. It was not fear that kept her beneath the water’s surface but something else entirely: the understanding that no good could come from it. The understanding that whatever had caused the shift would not be a pleasant thing and so she had kept to herself.

She remains there still, in the cradle of the kingdom, lulled by the sea’s embrace. And she sees him from some great distance, the prince, just as he sees her. It is the smile that softens her to him, it has always been the smile, the light in his eyes so bright so as to almost seem electric. 

If she were to flee, would he follow?
Would he laugh? Would she?

But she does not flee, merely watches, one corner of her pale mouth tied up in the very beginnings of a much softer expression. 

Lurking.
Is that what this is?
Like a thing waiting to breach some unseen surface, patient and hungry.

Perhaps she is lurking.

She shakes her head, the tangles of her mane sprawling like reaching fingers.

“I cannot think of anything the new world has to offer that cannot be found in Baltia,” she counters, fighting to maintain an aloof expression before she loses her grip on it and her face collapses around a grin. 

“Besides, you know how I feel about new things.” 

—i came from the sea,
from the arms of the waves

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[Mesarez]

Mesarez

When her attempts to fight off the smile fail, and she references her distaste for all things new, a warm laugh bubbles out of Mesarez. It further shatters the illusion of a serious kelpie, this sound, until he is just himself - someone who he utterly free to be around Poseida with no reservations at all.

“You feel like I’m the last new thing you let into your life and you’ll never top that wonderful occasion so why bother trying? Yes, yes I know.” His smile brightens further and with a twist he rights himself in the water before her - careful not to stray too close. He had never quite puzzled out whether Poseida could control the ability of her mane to sting or not but he had felt the effects of it enough to be wary about drifting too close.

The first time had been an accident but the second time his curiosity had drawn him in to see if the experience would be repeated (and it was).

“It’s not all new though. There are ruins…” But even as he speaks these words a shadow passes over his face. Though he knows he could talk about this with Poseida, he doesn’t. He lets the words fall away and he shuts out the memories of the day he had lost his father and sister.

Like the sun emerging from behind a cloud, his smile returns - believing she’ll forgive him for this obvious change in subject.

“Still, it’s pretty interesting. Though the walking does get tiring.” When you stood still on land you just… stood still. There was no current that you could drift along, letting it carry you with it at it’s leisure. If you wanted to go investigate something you had to put one leg in front of the other and go there.

Ghastly, really, but for the sake of all things new Mesarez would do it.

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