J A H R A
the stars nodded, the ocean agreed
The sea, the sea, always the sea.
It is her beacon and her guidepost, calling out with its crashing waves and sea salt breeze. She lives to stand before its prowess, to remind herself that she is but a small, fickle thing beside the mysterious, briny deep. There is never a time that she does not crave it ─ never, except in the presence of her daughter. Perhaps it is because her daughter is the Sea, borne of the deep and all the magic within it.
It's this insatiable yearning that keeps her near the Terminus Sea even after parting ways with the kelpie woman and her star-crossed companion. Adventure in this new world awaits (it is what she has come for, after all) but the daughter of Cosmos cannot help the urge to linger here, just a bit longer beside the relentless tide and bustling squall, to feel closer to Aehra despite the incredible expanse that has bloomed between them.
When finally the finned woman finds it in herself to turn away from the sea, it's with a promise to herself that she will return soon, to this very spot, where she will again imagine Aehra on the distant shore with her budding horn and her kind smile and that glistening, mischievous air about her.
And then she will feel whole again.
Into the cool, moist sand her lavender hooves sink until the shore gives way to rocky outcroppings. She bounds across the grey shale, her salted mane whipping against the cool wind with each daring leap. Stretched thin with each stride and with the extension of her lean neck, her fins show translucent and then turn muddy again as her stride collects.
Jahra nearly bounds away from the rocks and into the emerald forest but the wind catches her attention again ─
A familiar scent.
But she knows, oh, she certainly knows, that it can only be her mind playing tricks on her. And yet ─ what is the harm, if she were to go check?
Just to put her mind at ease, she tells herself.
But there she is ─ Aehra, in all of her still-a-bit-gangly, long-eared, scarred beauty. She speaks to the sea over her shoulder in a voice that has always been music to Jahra's ears. A wide grin breaks across the woman's face as she comes to a stop and waits for her daughter to notice her.
“Non scire matris tuae es tu hic?”
She laughs gleefully and closes the distance between herself and Aehra swiftly. She wraps her neck around the Seaborne and breathes in her familiar scent wrapped in salt from the sea. Exultant tears threaten to drip from sapphire eyes as she pulls herself back far enough to make eye contact with her daughter. “Et nesciunt beatam me ad te.”
She peeks around the nearby area, finding nothing but ocean and wilderness. “Quid existis abesse? Iter para tutum fuit? Nonne quis venit ad vos es certus ut factum est in una?” Her questions spill out, rapid fire, as relief and glee and worry all being to intertwine.
It is her beacon and her guidepost, calling out with its crashing waves and sea salt breeze. She lives to stand before its prowess, to remind herself that she is but a small, fickle thing beside the mysterious, briny deep. There is never a time that she does not crave it ─ never, except in the presence of her daughter. Perhaps it is because her daughter is the Sea, borne of the deep and all the magic within it.
It's this insatiable yearning that keeps her near the Terminus Sea even after parting ways with the kelpie woman and her star-crossed companion. Adventure in this new world awaits (it is what she has come for, after all) but the daughter of Cosmos cannot help the urge to linger here, just a bit longer beside the relentless tide and bustling squall, to feel closer to Aehra despite the incredible expanse that has bloomed between them.
When finally the finned woman finds it in herself to turn away from the sea, it's with a promise to herself that she will return soon, to this very spot, where she will again imagine Aehra on the distant shore with her budding horn and her kind smile and that glistening, mischievous air about her.
And then she will feel whole again.
Into the cool, moist sand her lavender hooves sink until the shore gives way to rocky outcroppings. She bounds across the grey shale, her salted mane whipping against the cool wind with each daring leap. Stretched thin with each stride and with the extension of her lean neck, her fins show translucent and then turn muddy again as her stride collects.
Jahra nearly bounds away from the rocks and into the emerald forest but the wind catches her attention again ─
A familiar scent.
But she knows, oh, she certainly knows, that it can only be her mind playing tricks on her. And yet ─ what is the harm, if she were to go check?
Just to put her mind at ease, she tells herself.
But there she is ─ Aehra, in all of her still-a-bit-gangly, long-eared, scarred beauty. She speaks to the sea over her shoulder in a voice that has always been music to Jahra's ears. A wide grin breaks across the woman's face as she comes to a stop and waits for her daughter to notice her.
“Non scire matris tuae es tu hic?”
She laughs gleefully and closes the distance between herself and Aehra swiftly. She wraps her neck around the Seaborne and breathes in her familiar scent wrapped in salt from the sea. Exultant tears threaten to drip from sapphire eyes as she pulls herself back far enough to make eye contact with her daughter. “Et nesciunt beatam me ad te.”
She peeks around the nearby area, finding nothing but ocean and wilderness. “Quid existis abesse? Iter para tutum fuit? Nonne quis venit ad vos es certus ut factum est in una?” Her questions spill out, rapid fire, as relief and glee and worry all being to intertwine.
@Aehra
the flowers chorused,
"bloom now ─ bloom free"
─rise, again
the flowers chorused,
"bloom now ─ bloom free"
─rise, again
