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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2013 0:44:18 GMT -6
Aimless swimming was starting to become favorite past time of Quincy's. Not to say that it was something he particularly enjoyed, but rather something he found himself doing more and more often. He was quite far from Lemuria's safety, very much in no merman's land and only swimming out further. One could say that he was relatively close to the surface. Yes, he was indeed "close" to the beach, but not really. He was miles below the surface, swimming along the edge of the cliffside where land gave way to open water. Wandering so far from home was not normally a staple of Quincy's. In recent days however, it seemed to be that way. In all honesty (and he would never admit to this) Quincy was worried. He could never say exactly what it was that had him worried, but deep down in his stomach there was a gentle gnawing that refused to leave him alone. The ocean had been acting very strangely since the recent freak storm and rumor had it the surface world seemed to be in the same strange slight disarray. Maybe it was the never-waning moon above, but Quincy didn't have the foggiest idea what it could really be. Maybe aimless swimming was his pitiful attempts to go and try to find out what was causing the ocean to act so weird. It was a bright color that caught Quincy's eye. Bright colors were not a strange thing in the ocean, especially if it moved. But to be so stationary and so far down and away from civilization... As the merman swam closer to investigate, he noted that it was a plant of some kind. When Quincy got close enough to the foreign object resting in a crux along the sloping cliff he immediately knew it to be something from the surface world. He'd never seen anything like it in the ocean. Some merfolk fancied that they had 'surface' flowers in their gardens back in Lemuria, but this was so different from anything they claimed came from the surface world. Gingerly he picked it up and held it in his hands. Now that he stopped to really look around, he noticed a few other of the strange plants either resting along the cliff or floating very slowly about. He wondered briefly if the recent storm had pulled them into the ocean and swam around to collect a few more. ★ Ariadne
★ Sorry for the poor starter and taking so long! QvQ
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Post by Ariadne Zoraida on Oct 17, 2013 16:11:32 GMT -6
Flowers...flowers were great, beautiful, lovely things. They came in many colours and smells and shapes and grew in many places, above and below the water's surface. They were delicate an fragile, like insects, but somehow resilient and strong. ...Also like insects. That was what she saw in them, that fragility with the will to survive. She saw them and she saw herself, she saw anyone who suffered greatly. Though...if she really wanted a mirror of herself it would have to be some kind of thorny plant. Or a poisonous one. That would be her. Thin, porcelain fingers gently brushed the petals of her most recent discovery. They certainly weren't like any flowers she knew of...no,these bright coloured things floating around her were surface plants, total foreign mysteries to her. The poor things probably got ripped up by the storm that passed by, that weird-ass storm that put everything in disarray. It didn't really matter to her, since she was already in permanent disarray; all the better, actually, now it was everyone else's turn to feel a mild dose of what her daily life was like. To the whiners, she sad -- deal. The pink-haired girl was just happy to be here by herself. Or mostly -- she was surrounded by the carcasses of deceased flowers, but that in itself was kind of pretty, and they didn't harass her or anything, so it wasn't that awful. Carefully, she tucked the plant she was holding into her hair, weaving what remained of the stem around to make a little knot. Reaching up, she touched the soft petals, bouncing the flower and enjoying the feel of it in her hair. She giggled at the idea. It sure is strange, to like having dead things decorating me. She reached for another flower, doing the same on the other side. Now all she needed was something to tie them into her hair, so that they wouldn't fall out. Seaweed would be nice. The pinkette dove below the water, one hand carefully cradling each flower as they shifted loosely in her long hair. Seaweed, thankfully, was easy to find. She picked a strand, slowly resurfacing so she could finish her nature-crown. I wonder how it would feel to have other dead things for decorations. she wondered idly, tying the green plant carefully about her skull. A necklace made from the teeth of beastmen sounds nice.... By the seas she knew the world could do with less of this cretins. Maybe wearing them as jewelry would make them think twice about attacking merfolk... Ariadne's hands jerked away from her head as she sensed something, the presence of someone else. Years of hiding from people and avoiding them had given her quite an excellent sense for knowing when another was near...this one, however, passed her by and shot off somewhere closer to the shore. It wasn't interested in her, it swam so quickly by that she almost hadn't noticed. Still, a presence was never a good thing. Slowly, Ariadne let herself sink below the water, forgetting about her half-finished crown of flowers. Now it was time to observe...and, if necessary, attack. ★ Quincy
★ It's okay. *I'm* sorry you have to deal with Ariadne. XD
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