[B] Cold Currents & Watch Me
Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2021 4:22 pm
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When a fair doe from a wandering tribe had happened upon the shoreline that Cold Currents calls home (along with her small tribe of family), she hadn't initially thought much of it. Her sister, Dancing Fish, however, had been delighted and had lived up to her name, very much, as she joined the Rainbow Troupe in the evenings during their stay to dance the night away with them under the stars. Then, naturally, she'd dragged her far more taciturn sister along after the second night, claiming she needed to get out more.
Well, her sister may not have been wrong.
Everything Stays had been quiet, sticking more to the outskirts as she watched her family tell stories, and dance, and otherwise carouse across the coast, and she'd found herself drawn to her. She'd looked so pretty that night (and every night since) under the light of the stars and moon, her eyes bright, salt-foam glinting in her mane and on her pelt.
They'd gone off together to seek a quieter stretch of the shore, walking in the gentle lapping of the waves, and then curled up beneath a tangle of mangrove roots as Currents told her more about the ocean and what she'd learned of it, thus far. But there were new things that they discovered, too - like the strange flower that had a sweet scent, which Cold Currents had taken a bite of, curious, and strange things had happened after that. Though, not so strange, too, in the end. Instinct had guided them both, and by the time the Troupe began to ready themselves to move on it became clear that their night of passion had borne fruit.
Everything Stays was pregnant.
Cold Currents found herself somewhat torn over what to do. To go with her, or stay? Either way, her heart might be split. She could not imagine a life away from the sea, from her own family, and yet Everything Stays carried the next generation of her family as well.
In the end, she had confided in the other doe, sharing her worries, her misgivings, and Everything Stays had looked at her and smiled, and said she would stay. Eventually, she might rejoin the traveling tribe of her family, but she would stay, for now, until the children were grown and that.... Cold Currents had felt her eyes sting with gratitude, even as her heart swelled for the doe in front of her.
Yet, she knows there is more she might do. So she travels down the coast and seeks one of those kin that has been blessed by the swamp, in the hopes that they might be able to offer her some sort of guidance.
When a fair doe from a wandering tribe had happened upon the shoreline that Cold Currents calls home (along with her small tribe of family), she hadn't initially thought much of it. Her sister, Dancing Fish, however, had been delighted and had lived up to her name, very much, as she joined the Rainbow Troupe in the evenings during their stay to dance the night away with them under the stars. Then, naturally, she'd dragged her far more taciturn sister along after the second night, claiming she needed to get out more.
Well, her sister may not have been wrong.
Everything Stays had been quiet, sticking more to the outskirts as she watched her family tell stories, and dance, and otherwise carouse across the coast, and she'd found herself drawn to her. She'd looked so pretty that night (and every night since) under the light of the stars and moon, her eyes bright, salt-foam glinting in her mane and on her pelt.
They'd gone off together to seek a quieter stretch of the shore, walking in the gentle lapping of the waves, and then curled up beneath a tangle of mangrove roots as Currents told her more about the ocean and what she'd learned of it, thus far. But there were new things that they discovered, too - like the strange flower that had a sweet scent, which Cold Currents had taken a bite of, curious, and strange things had happened after that. Though, not so strange, too, in the end. Instinct had guided them both, and by the time the Troupe began to ready themselves to move on it became clear that their night of passion had borne fruit.
Everything Stays was pregnant.
Cold Currents found herself somewhat torn over what to do. To go with her, or stay? Either way, her heart might be split. She could not imagine a life away from the sea, from her own family, and yet Everything Stays carried the next generation of her family as well.
In the end, she had confided in the other doe, sharing her worries, her misgivings, and Everything Stays had looked at her and smiled, and said she would stay. Eventually, she might rejoin the traveling tribe of her family, but she would stay, for now, until the children were grown and that.... Cold Currents had felt her eyes sting with gratitude, even as her heart swelled for the doe in front of her.
Yet, she knows there is more she might do. So she travels down the coast and seeks one of those kin that has been blessed by the swamp, in the hopes that they might be able to offer her some sort of guidance.