Summer 32nd, 511 AV High Sun The human city was left behind. Boris had done her visiting, played with the humans and their pretty, color-shifting eyes. She saw the large, white, shaggy-furred land-predators—the ones like her, who could take a human shape. She wandered the garden filled with shining sculptures, and marveled at the ice and snow. Boris had listened with fascination to their strange, melodic language, hearing the human elders tell stories to captivated children and lazy, happy Kelvics. It didn't matter that she didn't understand the words. Their speaking sounded like music, and music told a story all on its own. Boris made up the stories in her head, about dolphins, birds, fish, sharks, and Great Ones. When the children laughed, so did she. It was a good time. Boris did so love the humans. Then it was time for her family to move on. Boris abandoned her human shape and returned to her pod. They moved ever onward, following the currents and shoals and the birds. She wasn't sure how far they had gone from the Vantha place, but here the air was warm, and today the sun was bright. Her pod had recently gorged themselves on shinyfish, and were contently lingering near a formation of jagged rocks not far from the coasts of the North Lands. There they slept, played, and leisurely explored, made lazy by full bellies and good company. Boris was always easily bored. The ocean was her Sky, but unlike her family, she had feet, and the Land was another Sky to explore. She never went far—it was much too strange and large and unknown, and anything unknown was dangerous. Because she had seen these rock formations before, and played all the same games and ate all the same food, she grew tired of the water and ventured onto land. A starkly nude human woman, lean of form with short-cropped hair, walked the quiet beaches alone in the warm sunlight. Not far from shore was an older female dolphin—her adopted mother—keeping a close eye on her strange daughter. Boris was happily oblivious to much of her surroundings, searching the sand and rocks for pretty shells and little black crabs, reclusive things that hid under rocks. Finding one particularly large crab, about the size of a coin, she lifted the hapless creature to her mouth and bit into its hard shell. It tasted salty and gritty in her mouth. "Ow!" One of its large pincers drew blood from her lip. She tore it away in panic, then hurled the terrible creature at a rock. The shell cracked further, and she knelt down to rip it apart with her nimble human fingers. "I want my other mouth," she muttered angrily. "But I like my hands." |