zephyr
They both make guesses, one both of them right. "It was indeed," you reply with a grin, pointing to Felix. "It was th'spirit of a dragon, the very one Safrin tasked with protectin' the moon.
"The young mer shoulda' turned back then. It was incredible enough t'have seen the moon, but his heart was full'a greed and pride. He knew that Safrin would never allow him to leave if he tried to steal her moon.... but only if she caught him at it. He had come this far, after all, so he must be very clever indeed.
"Greedy an' quiet, he crept up to where th' serpent lay asleep. He'd just managed t'slip through the coils of its body an' was reachin' out t'do what nobody had ever done before when somethin' made him freeze an' slowly turn around. An' there behind him was the head'a th'dragon, peering at him with eyes that held knowledge of th' stars an' everythin' past them.
"You think you are clever, but I have been watching you since you reached my mountain, the dragon spoke directly into his mind, her voice as loud as thunder an' as bright as the sky. It was Safrin's voice, and the mer knew he had made a terrible mistake.
"I've seen ya climbin' for a year an' a day, and I've waited for you to reach the top, and I've made no attempt t'stop you. Your bravery deserved t'be rewarded by seein' what no mortal had ever seen.
"But you have gone too far. You have attempted to take what is not yours - that which belongs to the gods. You have climbed to the highest mountain only to fall to the lowest depths.
"From this moment on no Mer will again walk the soils of Caido, nor search for its treasures. Instead of legs you will be made to have tails, and the only prizes you will find are those that sailors drop!
"With that, all the mers'a Caido felt a sudden and terrible thing happening. Their legs changed, coming together to form tails of every different kinda sea creature. One by one they found their way back into the water, until at last none were left on land.
"And that's why all merfolk have tails." Sitting back, you take a long, thorough pull from your now tolerable tea. After nearly draining it you place it back down with a satisfying clop and add, mischief in your face and voice: "Well, either that or some poor bloke decided he really wanted t'fuck a fish."
"The young mer shoulda' turned back then. It was incredible enough t'have seen the moon, but his heart was full'a greed and pride. He knew that Safrin would never allow him to leave if he tried to steal her moon.... but only if she caught him at it. He had come this far, after all, so he must be very clever indeed.
"Greedy an' quiet, he crept up to where th' serpent lay asleep. He'd just managed t'slip through the coils of its body an' was reachin' out t'do what nobody had ever done before when somethin' made him freeze an' slowly turn around. An' there behind him was the head'a th'dragon, peering at him with eyes that held knowledge of th' stars an' everythin' past them.
"You think you are clever, but I have been watching you since you reached my mountain, the dragon spoke directly into his mind, her voice as loud as thunder an' as bright as the sky. It was Safrin's voice, and the mer knew he had made a terrible mistake.
"I've seen ya climbin' for a year an' a day, and I've waited for you to reach the top, and I've made no attempt t'stop you. Your bravery deserved t'be rewarded by seein' what no mortal had ever seen.
"But you have gone too far. You have attempted to take what is not yours - that which belongs to the gods. You have climbed to the highest mountain only to fall to the lowest depths.
"From this moment on no Mer will again walk the soils of Caido, nor search for its treasures. Instead of legs you will be made to have tails, and the only prizes you will find are those that sailors drop!
"With that, all the mers'a Caido felt a sudden and terrible thing happening. Their legs changed, coming together to form tails of every different kinda sea creature. One by one they found their way back into the water, until at last none were left on land.
"And that's why all merfolk have tails." Sitting back, you take a long, thorough pull from your now tolerable tea. After nearly draining it you place it back down with a satisfying clop and add, mischief in your face and voice: "Well, either that or some poor bloke decided he really wanted t'fuck a fish."
we were toogether
who cared about the rest?
who cared about the rest?
