it's our world they can never have it She haunts the shorelines for now, still learning to adjust to her new body out in the turbulent ocean -- and always, always, she keeps out a sharp ear for any rumors of the sea witch, a keen eye for any signs that might point her towards her daughter. She knows that the witch is out there somewhere with her sweet Varian, knows that her daughter is waiting for her to rescue her, and it aches within her in a way that cannot be easily fixed. For now, however, she stays close to where the waves crash against the rising cliffs, where a small strip of sand breaks apart the land and the ocean and she can drag herself up onto the sand and sleep without fear of the hunting sharks or whales. The ocean was a fearsome place, she’d come to learn -- it was well worth the risk of shredding her lower fin, if it meant avoiding the hungry teeth of a creature her size or larger. |
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