Timestamp: Winter 32, 511 AV Time: Night Location: Somewhere between Cavindau Fishing Grounds and Glasswater Bay Who: Alexis Whitewave Liandra's hand was running through the ocean bottom silt, much like a Velispar would upon land. Her and Kylayia were enjoying an invigorating ride, solely for the sake of enjoying it. The water streamed out behind them as the two leaned forward together as one. Small fish and clumps of the life giving coral flew by as the pair continued their streamlined plight. Liandra gripped one knee tighter, and loosened the other, a signal to Kylayia. He understood it, and the two began barrel rolling along the seabed. Each time Liandra was within reach, she slid her hand into the silt, the grainy feeling flowing through the tips of her fingers. Then Kylayia would roll over once more, and the sand would leave a spiral cloud of murk in their work. Up ahead, Liandra spotted a forest of sea kelp. They were quite long, extending up from the sea floor, all the way up to the surface. She tightened her knees, telling Kylayia to stop the rolling, as they neared. The two slipped into the forest like a shark's teeth into an unlucky fish. The kelp parted for them effortless, Kylayia guiding them safely through the more dangerous clumps. Many other races often got stuck, which led to them drowning, and thus becoming food for others. But not the Charodae. She leaned forward in the saddle, Kylayia starting to descend once more. The pair darted through the forest for several chimes until it ended abruptly. Chills ran up Liandra's spine as she looked around. She was in a dark spot. A dark spot is what Charodae call a section of sea that grows much darker around dusk earlier than the surrounding sea. She looked all around her, this dark spot was particularly large. The easiest way out was always up. She knew Kylayia could see the way, and she herself could see fairly well, but she needed some more sight. So she called Kylayia to a stop, patting him gently on the neck, then dug through her saddlebags. She pulled out her two glowing coral torches and strapped them to the both sides of the saddle. The torches made the pair look like a bubble of light. She squeezed her knees as Kylayia swam upwards. Liandra knew they were deep, so it would take a while, and the dark spot seemed to extend extremely far upward, perhaps even to the surface. Liandra estimated they were about halfway to the surface. Then she heard a swooshing noise from up above. It was the unmistakeable sound of a ship. She couldn't see it, but knew it was heading closer. Then Kylayia saw something she didn't. He fluted loudly, and bucked her off. She was confused as she spun away. Then she saw the horrifying. A net scooped up Kylayia, and began to drag him away. She screamed after him. The ship wasn't targeting him, just scooping anything that was in their path. The boat wasn't very fast, and she suspected it wasn't of the Svefra variety. She saw that one of her coral torches had fallen loose. She quickly grabbed it and tied it to her upper arm and swam after the boat, while on a slight incline. She was just a tiny bit slower than the boat. She was able to keep it in sight, but it was still the faster. She breached the surface, and began shouting in despair. She couldn't save her best friend. She just wasn't fast enough. Her world began to crumble around her. |