She rests beneath the surface of the Oasis, with only her dorsal fin breaking the surface -- absorbing the warmth of the sun in the lazy afternoon air, her forelegs stretched out along the shallow muck, her body submerged in water just deep enough to hide her. There was no need to lift her head above the water for oxygen, this strange body of hers adapting whenever she found herself submerged, and so she simply lazed beneath the water. At least, until her peace was disturbed by a stranger approaching the Oasis, and she slipped herself fully beneath the water for the moment to observe -- there had been strange happenings, recently, cloaked figures slipping beneath the waterfall for clandestine meetings, but it seemed like this boy had no such plans. Perhaps she might have left him to his business, had he not noticed her presence in the pool -- after all, it would be rude not to answer such a descriptive summons, wouldn’t it? She pokes her head above the water with a bright laugh, only a few feet away from where he had drank his fill, and offers him a grin full of sharp teeth. “I can assure you, I’m no codfish -- although they are quite delicious!” Oh, the brashness of youth -- it gave them bravery most adults lacked, and for a moment she’s reminded of her own son. She misses Lykaon, for all of his terrible cruelty -- she can't help but love him, as terrible as he is, but she knows that it was for the best that their paths had parted. |
@Pan
