Winter the 5th, 511 Middle light cycle. There was a city not far from here. Like so many others before it, it sat close to the water, her water, their water, touching the shore with its unique smells and bizarre shapes. Boris was particularly familiarized with the signature scents of any landwalker's civilization. They smelled of filth, refuse, rot, and wood. This one had a particularly potent stench, which she recognized as manure runoff from the fields. Farms! She loved farms. They were like tiny pieces of ocean, stretching on and on, so unnaturally square and orderly. The stink of humans. Was there nothing sweeter? Boris slid through the water, flanked on all sides by her jubilant kin. They were following a different scent, the alkaline tang of shinyfish (so she called them). They had a tart, metallic flavor that Boris was particularly fond of, and so at first she was content to let the city wait while she swam with her pod to fill her belly. For at least three or four light cycles, Boris and her adoptive family had been following this ribbon of flavor through the cold, salty water, occasionally crossing paths with other hungry fish-eaters that would share the bounty with them. This shoal was big, Boris' companions had told her, and there would be plenty to eat for everyone. Don't fear the sharks, they'd said, because they are dull and will keep the fish distracted, while we will dine on our wits. Eager for food, Boris released a series of guttural clicks from her closed beak, using the sounds to feel at the water. This close to shore, she could already feel the nearby cliffs and the rocky sea bottom. She heard something strange echo back as well: thick, cylindrical shafts reaching that plunged into the water, like the long legs of an impossibly large human. Dock posts, she recognized. There was a dock! Just off to the side of them, something large echoed. It was oval, shaped like an eye, and bulged into the water like a round belly. An inexperienced dolphin would mistake it for a small whale or a dead seal. Boris knew better. "Boat!" she exclaimed to the rest of her pod, relaying the message in a loud, excited whistle. "Boat!" they echoed back, sharing in her excitement without question. As Boris altered her course to get a better look at the boat's underside, the members of her pod moved with her. They were all hungry, but even if she knew her friends were more leery of humans, they all knew that humans often meant free food. They cast long, linen cages that would trap fish, so many fish, just for the dolphins to eat them. It was Boris' favorite thing about the fish-eating humans. "Fish!" someone else in the pod signaled, dramatically altering his course. It was a larger male, one of the pod leaders. "Fish!" they all agreed, turning away again and following the stronger scent of shinyfish. The pod leader was right: the fish were much closer than everyone thought. Even Boris could see their shimmering sides from here, glittering in a massive, quivering shadow barely perceptible to her soft brown eyes. The sharks were there too, Boris could feel them in the water. Her pod had said not to fear, but she feared. And anyway, there were humans! That was almost a guarantee of a full belly. Let the pod have their fish. Boris wanted her humans. "I'm leaving! I'll return!" she told her pod. "Bye!" they all called in tandem, distracted and brimming with excitement over the shiny fish. As Boris neared the shore, she sent another burst of clicks at the rocky beach. It was the same as before, though she noticed from the echo that the boat was empty. It was merely a small vessel, not a fish-eating one, stationary at the dock and waiting for a human. The dock posts were still there. The coarse ocean bed was the same. Wait, there was something else! Small, but familiar! "Feet!" Boris cheered to no one. In celebration she rose to the surface of the water, skimming the air with her dorsal fin. Not fifty feet from shore, the dolphin broke the waves, breaching into freezing air and flying for a few brief moments. With a splash, she was gone again, but her gray, mottled shape could still be seen gliding through the water, risking the shallow shoreline to get a glimpse of the human whose feet moved through the water. |