I am a mermaid that you dreamt // ISLANDERS

[wrena]

Wrena

Fat, miserable and feeling like all she does is excrete things. She remembers this from the first go-around. Why, she pleads with herself, does she not tell that foul kelpie NO? All other times are just fine  ̶  but when the leaves turn in the Meadow  ̶  it’s a no no. And yet. AND YET.. not once, but twice...TWICE.

She curses the wind. Herself. Her parasites  ̶  number one AND two.
Where was that son of hers, anyway? Gone, probably. Or dead? He’s fool, if he was, she declares.

Ugh, yes, and to the subject at hand. A meeting, another change. Truthfully Wrena hadn’t bothered to slink out of her seclusion long enough to notice that Adria had gone away. She didn’t care when another came, and maybe even another? She did not bother to keep track, but this one she seemed to pay attention to for whatever reason. She didn’t immediately dislike her upon meeting her just the once and that calls for a little respect, Wrena decides to herself.

From a high rocky perch above the rest in a lurky, but also *enormously* obvious fashion, she watches and listens. It was nothing of great consequence it seemed, not hostile takeover, no declaration of new enemies or wars. Some talking, some niceties, some listening. She curls her lip, a waste of time, she grumbles. Hormonal and uncomfortable beyond measure, she spares them her presence, but makes brief eye contact with Aquaria. She has Wrena’s support, if one can convey that with a sweaty, agonized look.

Wrena is pregnant, about to burst, standing on a big huge rock watching them from above.
it's to their benefit that she doesn't join in. but she's here and will help with whatever!
she loves burning shit [and others] (: