Her home, her home, it was so good to be home. Where the palm trees rustled and the crystal waters shone like a faceted aqua jewel. The pearl sea mare trotted up the beach with her floating steps, thoughts drifting as she went. Eva should be around here, she knew, and she was hoping to discuss some things with the violet woman soon.
These thoughts flowed to the back of her mind as the nereid caught sight of a stranger on the beach that bordered the channel separating Ischia from the mainland. "Hello!" She called out over the song of the water, smiling openly as she approached. The woman on the sand was a lovely thing, pale and gold and looking part jungle. She wore vines and flowers in much the same way as the sea mare wore her fins.
She admired the woman as she settled back on her heels in the sand, bringing salt water and plumeria scented air in her wake. "I'm Aquaria, welcome to Ischia! Is this a diplomatic visit or are you here to relax?" She asked, as warm as the sun that glittered on her scales.
The island operated with open borders, available to any who wished to escape the worries of the world for a while. With its pristine shores and verdant jungles, the herd island was an ideal location for restoring worn down spirits. Aquaria felt fortunate that she got to live her all the time, and took her tasks as a diplomat and guardian seriously. When life got complicated, Ischia gave her a secure place to reorganize and recenter.
@[Isilya]
These thoughts flowed to the back of her mind as the nereid caught sight of a stranger on the beach that bordered the channel separating Ischia from the mainland. "Hello!" She called out over the song of the water, smiling openly as she approached. The woman on the sand was a lovely thing, pale and gold and looking part jungle. She wore vines and flowers in much the same way as the sea mare wore her fins.
She admired the woman as she settled back on her heels in the sand, bringing salt water and plumeria scented air in her wake. "I'm Aquaria, welcome to Ischia! Is this a diplomatic visit or are you here to relax?" She asked, as warm as the sun that glittered on her scales.
The island operated with open borders, available to any who wished to escape the worries of the world for a while. With its pristine shores and verdant jungles, the herd island was an ideal location for restoring worn down spirits. Aquaria felt fortunate that she got to live her all the time, and took her tasks as a diplomat and guardian seriously. When life got complicated, Ischia gave her a secure place to reorganize and recenter.
@[Isilya]