freewriting, oceansong
You’re swimming along the coast one morning. The brilliant coral around the islands that dotted the area make for a soothing end to an evening full of play and thumping music in the underwater part of a city you call home (or maybe you’re just visiting).
You hear the sound from below, and see a shape vaguely above you some ways away. You decide to surface and peak slowly at the figure that sat on a large rock looking into the endless ocean.
freewriting, oceansong
Mindlink attuned, you’re sure ve knows you are there and can feel your wonder, but ve doesn’t hesitate for a moment.
As ve plays, you feel strums of sorrow projected from its’ wake, but not a present kind. The kind of sorrow long over that is far more met with appreciation and thankfulness.
Ve seems far older than ve appears in that instance, and you can’t help but to feel the familiarity ve feels with every rock, fish, and pulse of current.
freewriting, oceansong
The soft melody rocks with the waves and you make yourself comfortable. Light of the glowing life around you slowly gives way to the light of the sunrise on the horizon.
You smile and feel the music rise to a more hopeful projected feeling, and you become particularly aware of the ebbs and flows of your life rocking like the ocean itself.
freewriting, oceansong
The merotter toy sat with ver tail flopped to one side, shimmering with the soft bioluminescence of the life around. It was hard to get a parsing glance of masculine or feminine off ver, but you are, of course, comfortable with this. Ver webbed paws strum chords off an instrument, water sparking with soft cyan glow off ver claws. Markings of soft blue wisps animate with the song as ve plays, and in the early morning, the waters luminesce in tune.
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