T H A L E I A
SEAWATER LIKE SUGAR ON HER LIPS -
She was entombed in salt and brine and shatters of light piercing the dark blue sea. Her hooves kick against the thrashing of waves, desperately trying to find the sand at the bottom of the cove. Her breath is gone, each ounce of space for sweet oxygen now filled with the ocean that is suffocating her, coating her lungs in burning saltwater. Seaweed tangles around her ankles, pulling her under, like shackles chaining her beneath the surface. Where she belongs.. to at last drown, like any pirate queen. To sail to Calypso's heavenly sea along with her beloved crew and her ship.
But today would not be that day.
Despite the shadowed faces of her loyal crew and the reflection of her lover's face flashing before her silver eyes in the water, she roars. She does not realize how exactly her ankles become free; one hoof hitting solid sand, or flesh, she doesn't know. Instead, she immediately thrusts upwards — or at least, where she believes up is. Her guess strikes true, but it is the slam of a shoulder into her side that drives her lithe body towards the surface. At last, she breaks through the waves, her nostrils flaring with sugar sweet oxygen. She coughs, sea foam bubbling in her throat where the ocean had begun to claim her lungs, her airways. A dark wave crashes behind her, nearly pulling her under once more, but at last, Thaleia's hooves toe the shallow cove beneath the sea. She begins to prance through the waters towards the shore, her legs pushing and pulling with the ebb and flow of the sea.
Her muscles aching, twitching with the effort of her swim, Thaleia pulls herself onto the soft, damp sand of the beach, before she collapses onto her side. Her lungs heaving as she catches her breath, seaweed tangled into the silver tresses of her salty mane and around her legs. An ocean daughter she appeared to be; a mermaid with four legs now washed onto a foreign shore. Behind her, the Unknown Sea that almost claimed her. Her, the Blue princess of the Sea Court and the Takarian pirate queen.
She did not realize that her fate had been decided by a rose-touched warrior whom had braved the angry seas to save her.
But today would not be that day.
Despite the shadowed faces of her loyal crew and the reflection of her lover's face flashing before her silver eyes in the water, she roars. She does not realize how exactly her ankles become free; one hoof hitting solid sand, or flesh, she doesn't know. Instead, she immediately thrusts upwards — or at least, where she believes up is. Her guess strikes true, but it is the slam of a shoulder into her side that drives her lithe body towards the surface. At last, she breaks through the waves, her nostrils flaring with sugar sweet oxygen. She coughs, sea foam bubbling in her throat where the ocean had begun to claim her lungs, her airways. A dark wave crashes behind her, nearly pulling her under once more, but at last, Thaleia's hooves toe the shallow cove beneath the sea. She begins to prance through the waters towards the shore, her legs pushing and pulling with the ebb and flow of the sea.
Her muscles aching, twitching with the effort of her swim, Thaleia pulls herself onto the soft, damp sand of the beach, before she collapses onto her side. Her lungs heaving as she catches her breath, seaweed tangled into the silver tresses of her salty mane and around her legs. An ocean daughter she appeared to be; a mermaid with four legs now washed onto a foreign shore. Behind her, the Unknown Sea that almost claimed her. Her, the Blue princess of the Sea Court and the Takarian pirate queen.
She did not realize that her fate had been decided by a rose-touched warrior whom had braved the angry seas to save her.
@diarmuid <3
"Thaleia speech."
