by Va'ea on May 21st, 2012, 4:49 am
Day 38 of Spring, 512 AV
It is always like taking a cool, refreshing breath of air. Slipping into Laviku’s waters Va’ea takes a few moments to simple breathe, though contrary to most of Mizahar’s races it is not through her nose that she does this. Not now at least. For a girl who is always bustling around with endless amounts of energy, it is only two things that can ever get her to experience the calmer side of her nature—swimming, or painting. Smiling blissfully Va’ea enjoys the feeling of her gills flexing, seemingly in time with the girl’s heartbeats, before she begins to make a leisurely descent into the comforting waters of the sea.
The view is simply…breathtaking. No matter how many times Va’ea experiences it she can never stop the small catch of her breath, the widening of her eyes, and the deepening wonder blossoming through her chest. The sea is Laviku’s domain, teeming with beauty and life. The coral reef Va’ea is currently swimming through, a gift from Laviku to his daughters, proof of his love for them. Feeling an all encompassing warmth tingling through her limbs Va’ea’s smile becomes even wider, dazzling in its radiance.
“I love you,” the young Konti says, the words leaving her lips in a soft melodious whisper. It was Char that Va’ea was speaking, and even after she finishes, the words seem to linger in the peaceful waters, almost as though it is spreading out to touch each and every part of the coral reef.
Va’ea is only a novice at Char, the study of such a beautiful language one of the few things that can have the girl nose deep in a book, studying frantically in the hopes of expanding her knowledge. Of course Va’ea knows that no matter what language she speaks, or indeed if she speaks at all, that Laviku will know of Va’ea’s love for him, the love of her Father. Yet, as this coral reef is a gift from Laviku to his daughters, so is Va’ea’s Char a gift to him.
Through her studies Va’ea knows that Charodae do not commonly worship Laviku, and learning that fact had made the Konti quite remorseful since there was no language as beautifully spoken under the sea as Char. Even Kontinese, which can be spoken above or below water, cannot match Char—at least not when spoken in Laviku’s domain.
“I love you,” Va’ea repeats again, her violet eyes fluttering close, her slender limbs moving elegantly through the water as she works effortlessly to keep herself submerged. The girl’s white chemise seems to quiver in the relaxing current, creating beautiful designs that only the fish would see. Va’ea can feel the Char, almost like a physical presence, brushing over her skin before stretching its hands out to cradle the full breadth of the reef. Va’ea can only hope that the Char resonates long enough to envelop Laviku.
