Floating Key
07-24-2017, 08:40 PM
Aquila & Craonos
The militant mare had sought one thing: dive to Akvo.
But Craonos was weak. So weak. Even in the water, the young Narwhal calf could not refund his strength. And there was this new strangeness that pervaded their bond; a sick undercurrent that had the mare gritting her sharpened teeth against.
So she aborted the mission to dive to the depths of Akvo. Instead, she found the waiting, pleasant Floating Key. Part of her was surprised at how easily the great turtle’s isle was to find…and that it was still in existence in the face the Rift’s sickness. She had assumed the shadows would eagerly consume such a place of bright magic.
Though it seemed, as her webbed hooves breached the pale sand, that this floating land was untouched by sickness. Too-large eyes sweep along the beach, unblinking. They found it deserted, and so Aquila turned back to her listlessly drifting companion.
Scaled ears uneasily flick to and fro, lips pressing together as she surveyed him. There was a root here, one that often alleviated the burn of certain Capitocorals. Perhaps it would help her companion?
Turning back into the warm sea’s shallows, she guided the spotted, dark narwhal into a small, half-moon shoal. A mass of coral made the entrance tricky for any large creature, so she assumed he would be safe.
Her muzzle dropped, gently pressing to his rubbery skin, “Reen baldaŭ,” she murmured quietly in her throaty voice.
And then she was gone, leaving the leviathan floating in the warm shallows.
Reen baldaŭ - be back soon
But Craonos was weak. So weak. Even in the water, the young Narwhal calf could not refund his strength. And there was this new strangeness that pervaded their bond; a sick undercurrent that had the mare gritting her sharpened teeth against.
So she aborted the mission to dive to the depths of Akvo. Instead, she found the waiting, pleasant Floating Key. Part of her was surprised at how easily the great turtle’s isle was to find…and that it was still in existence in the face the Rift’s sickness. She had assumed the shadows would eagerly consume such a place of bright magic.
Though it seemed, as her webbed hooves breached the pale sand, that this floating land was untouched by sickness. Too-large eyes sweep along the beach, unblinking. They found it deserted, and so Aquila turned back to her listlessly drifting companion.
Scaled ears uneasily flick to and fro, lips pressing together as she surveyed him. There was a root here, one that often alleviated the burn of certain Capitocorals. Perhaps it would help her companion?
Turning back into the warm sea’s shallows, she guided the spotted, dark narwhal into a small, half-moon shoal. A mass of coral made the entrance tricky for any large creature, so she assumed he would be safe.
Her muzzle dropped, gently pressing to his rubbery skin, “Reen baldaŭ,” she murmured quietly in her throaty voice.
And then she was gone, leaving the leviathan floating in the warm shallows.
Reen baldaŭ - be back soon
the language of waves
@Kahli
