Sereia has always experienced the confusion and rejection of her own kind when she has rejected them. Lucinda’s words come as no surprise and even after all these years it should not hurt like it does. Yet the kelpie’s ire is a lance into Sereia’s side. She blinks as if to clear the hurt, as if her eyes might be a shutter behind which she can seek shelter. Yet, even as she blinks, she lays herself out, a sacrifice upon the table of her mission to never hurt another creature.
The ebony woman speaks of violence, of greatness and the joy she feels. Sereia takes a small breath and watches as the other kelpie bristles. She watches how her lifestyle, her famine draws lines between her and her kind. The division is as deep as a canyon, the distance impassable. She remains impassive as she watches Lucinda rage upon the other side.
Get over it, the black woman hisses and Sereia’s chin tips up, defiant. It is such defiance that has stretched her skin too thin over protruding bone. It is this stubbornness that brings her to knock, knock, knock upon death’s door.
But then the other kelpie is gone, she shudders a breath and hears as the silence breaks the laughter of children tumbling back into her ears. The starved kelpie turns to look upon the youths. Her eyes linger, upon their pulses in their neck. Then she is gone, fighting her hunger, racing to find her sister. To leave the beach and the kelpies who judge her.
@Lucinda
an unspoken soliloquy of dreams
~ Ariana
