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Jaylin
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it's our world they can never have it


She haunts the shorelines for now, still learning to adjust to her new body out in the turbulent ocean -- and always, always, she keeps out a sharp ear for any rumors of the sea witch, a keen eye for any signs that might point her towards her daughter. She knows that the witch is out there somewhere with her sweet Varian, knows that her daughter is waiting for her to rescue her, and it aches within her in a way that cannot be easily fixed.

For now, however, she stays close to where the waves crash against the rising cliffs, where a small strip of sand breaks apart the land and the ocean and she can drag herself up onto the sand and sleep without fear of the hunting sharks or whales. The ocean was a fearsome place, she’d come to learn -- it was well worth the risk of shredding her lower fin, if it meant avoiding the hungry teeth of a creature her size or larger.

credits


@Juniper pls forgive the crappiness but have a quick starter!!









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Juniper
And a blush tinged the upper sky,
And the gods shook, they knew not why.
Hers is a life away from open waters, held at bay from the roaring sea for years upon years. Cushioned by trees and greens and humidity and swampy stenches, of sweet decay and sweeter berries, there was so little that was so open lest you go down. Down into the ruins of old Terrastella. Down into the heart of her elaborate and decorative past. Down where the earth began to crumble away, where statues and gods cried, where obelisks told stories that were forgotten, where ghost-lights can still be seen and parties can still be heard in the dead of night when the world does not breathe. Down where there is history and monsters and stories jumping to life just as easily as nightmares do.

Juniper always enjoyed exploring those, though, for she could always find her way home. Follow the roots, and she could do that.

But the ocean. The ocean always had a way of making her heart pound as it never should.

Tonight, she walks along the shores and thinks of Prudence. Where is it. Where is she. Where is she? The question thrums in her blood like the stories her sisters tell; it is an echo of the past, a lesson to be learned from. Juniper only came to think, to let her heart calm itself with the beating of the waves, to unlearn a fear that she does not know from where it originates.

she did not come to see a body lying, near lifeless, upon the sands; flotsam and foam still covering bits of her, golden sand painting Jaylin and her beautiful scales by the moonlight. But the Priestess comes all the same, brow furrowed, lips parted, ready to call out, ready to kiss the life back into her. With a gentle crash the and flies, the goddess-girl settles upon the ground in the furthest edges of the water (her skin now goose-fleshed with fear pushed aside) and presses her nose against Jaylin's nose. "Don't be dead," she asks, her own breath mingling with that of the hippocampus'.


"Speaking."
credits @Jaylin <3 i love it 










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