It was spring. Birds chirped gleefully, flowers began their fragrant reveal, and all of Novus stirred as though awaking from a deep slumber. It all made Anandi restless and unhappy. She hated the sun, and the way the days rapidly grew longer, and the stupid sleepy way in which the landscape awoke; all the world slogging along in a creaky-boned stupor.
It was spring, and with each passing day a certain emptiness grew larger and larger within the green-eyed aquatic emissary. She had not seen the last woman she made kelpie, not since turning her. She didn’t think she wanted to see her again, and yet… she found herself always turning toward the sea, the little bay where it happened… and she found herself wondering… and softening, yielding like butter to a warm blade...
And then one day she found herself there, at the place she had come to think of as theirs, even though there was no they in the actions that unfolded that night. Just Anandi and her pride and rage and brutal instinct. She steps forward to stand knee-deep in the calm water, heart alight with some strange fire. Her shoulder itches with the memory of dragon’s claws (”gods damn that fucking dragon”) sinking into flesh.
Although the water is still and calm, the beach empty, Anandi’s heart is aflutter like there’s magic about. And so she asks, feeling foolish, “are you there?” She flushes with embarrassment, to be speaking to the empty air.
It was absolutely idiotic... But she found herself full of hope.
Like a deep woman, the sea hid a good deal; it had many faces, many delicate, terrible veils. It spoke of miracles and distances; if it could court, it could also kill.
@Lucinda loooong overdue, I hope this is okay <3
some say the loving and the devouring are all the same thing
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