This keening soul;
Leto stands in the tide. Rock pools have cut at her ankles and her knees as she waded through and over them, plucking fish out of the shallows. The salt-water washes the blood from her small wounds and they sting in the way that some small wounds do. Yet the kelpie barely notices. Her figure is a blot of ink upon the indigo hues of the moon-struck sky. The stars are out, the overcast clouds gone. There is nothing to protect them from the vestigial bite of the winter winds. The night cuts its teeth upon Leto’s black skin. But always her skin is hot, hot, hot.
A girl peels herself out of the muted black of the horizon. The kelpie knows she is there, though Leto is still turned toward the sea. Primal instincts settle their focus upon the girl and a black fluted ear twists back to catch the scratching sound of sant beneath hooves. The kelpie waits, as a cat might wait for a mouse. She listens, though she watches the breakers further out to sea and beyond them, the way moonlight flashes like teeth upon the sea’s horizon.
It is not just the sea that the moonlight settles upon. It sets the ivory paint upon Leto’s skin glowing. There is something of a siren song that sings in her veins. It is accompanied by the sounds of clacking bones and tolling bells as Leto turns and the assorted accessories in her salt-drenched hair, shift and dance and speak.
She slinks out of the ocean, black and wild. Raging starlight glitters across her lips and teeth. It skips across her ribs. Her galaxy eyes turn towards the girl upon the beach with her windswept hair. The girl looks like a dog, enchanted by the scent of a fox. But does she know her fox is a tiger that comes to hunt her down?
Moonlight reveals the pale hue of the girl’s skin, the whites, the colour of her bright eyes. Leto smiles, it curls her lips into a wicked, sensuous shape. “Anandi is not here.” The kelpie says, her voice low, laden with magic, laden with star-fire. It scolds across skin and drips starlight from her lips. Beneath thicks lashes, from a face adorned with painted sigils, Leto looks upon the girl and recognises her. She has watched her Maker many times before now, seen how she flirted with girls, but none more so than this one.
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