3rd of Winter, 514 AV - Mid-Morning
The fish had awoken earlier that morning than he expected, faced with Syna's rays and standing inches shorter than he had before he had drifted into sleep. The first morning away from the Ukalas in over five hundred years brought its own confusion, and perhaps it was a coping mechanism that after getting dressed in his clothing borrowed from the other 'Ethaefal' Caelum, he eyed his reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Confusion was the most prominent emotion. Pisces had seen his reflection briefly the night before, though he now studied his entirely new one with the sense of curiosity one would have when inspecting an insect or wound. His beauty faltered even more during the day, as compared to the night or even when he had made his home in the Ukalas. He could not name the face in the mirror, despite vague memories rolling around in his head as waves.
He poked and prodded the unfamiliar skin, running his hands over the imperfections and through the shoulder-length hair. The fish almost thought about getting it cut, though doing so seemed an affront to the gods in its own way. This was the body he was meant to have, and he would keep it. This day-time body was not without its own beauty, but it was found in the form of the windmarks stretching across his left side, swirling and contorting in a way that he found almost soothing and definitely aesthetically pleasing.
The ethaefal ran his fingers over the black ink, his shirt partially lifted to investigate the tattoo. Something inside him knew that the tattoo was important to whatever he was before, and he just knew that they symbolized something. What it was, however, was a mystery which he was not sure he wanted to discover. The shirt fell back down, and the fish pushed open the door to the bathroom and found himself wandering down the stairs. Events of the night before flashed in his mind, but he did not dwell on the interesting cast of characters - except for Caelum. Caelum owned the building and let Pisces stay there, but there was something about the man that night that was familiar. It was a familiarity that he could taste on his tongue and hear in his mind, but could not quite place.
With any luck, the Ethaefal of Syna would be able to provide some semblance of an answer to his plethora of questions.
The fish had awoken earlier that morning than he expected, faced with Syna's rays and standing inches shorter than he had before he had drifted into sleep. The first morning away from the Ukalas in over five hundred years brought its own confusion, and perhaps it was a coping mechanism that after getting dressed in his clothing borrowed from the other 'Ethaefal' Caelum, he eyed his reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Confusion was the most prominent emotion. Pisces had seen his reflection briefly the night before, though he now studied his entirely new one with the sense of curiosity one would have when inspecting an insect or wound. His beauty faltered even more during the day, as compared to the night or even when he had made his home in the Ukalas. He could not name the face in the mirror, despite vague memories rolling around in his head as waves.
He poked and prodded the unfamiliar skin, running his hands over the imperfections and through the shoulder-length hair. The fish almost thought about getting it cut, though doing so seemed an affront to the gods in its own way. This was the body he was meant to have, and he would keep it. This day-time body was not without its own beauty, but it was found in the form of the windmarks stretching across his left side, swirling and contorting in a way that he found almost soothing and definitely aesthetically pleasing.
The ethaefal ran his fingers over the black ink, his shirt partially lifted to investigate the tattoo. Something inside him knew that the tattoo was important to whatever he was before, and he just knew that they symbolized something. What it was, however, was a mystery which he was not sure he wanted to discover. The shirt fell back down, and the fish pushed open the door to the bathroom and found himself wandering down the stairs. Events of the night before flashed in his mind, but he did not dwell on the interesting cast of characters - except for Caelum. Caelum owned the building and let Pisces stay there, but there was something about the man that night that was familiar. It was a familiarity that he could taste on his tongue and hear in his mind, but could not quite place.
With any luck, the Ethaefal of Syna would be able to provide some semblance of an answer to his plethora of questions.
