Season of the Summer, Day 50, 500 AV
Today was the day, and the girl was full of nervous excitement as she leaned against the mesh coral dome. Her body posture, like all the other Charodae her age, betrayed her anticipation.
"What're you going to name yours?" her sister whispered, nudging Candira.
"Name? I don't know!" she said. Worry tinged her voice, and she leaned heavier against the mesh coral dome. Her eyes roamed the large area, outfitted with plant life and natural terrain. The water was hot and bright, still deep within the lagoon. A fish floated lazily, here or there, but no other movement showed itself. Where were the seahorses? "Don't they have names already?"
"That's a big part of it! Naming your seahorse!" the other girl said. She, too, peered wide-eyed into the corral, clinging like a starfish to the fence.
"Has anyone found them yet?" a hearty voice called. Candira, her sister, and the rest of the school turned at the teacher's voice. She was a strong Charoda, gentle with her steeds but ready to scold at a moment's notice. Her one eye crinkled in laughter; the other was forever hidden behind a large scar that ate her beauty and reminded the horrors of violence. Rumors had always swum rampant among the children: that she got that against a Myrian, was attack by a shark and a stingray combined, or was infected by a strange bacteria that would kill a normal Charoda. No one knew the truth, and her air of mystery, hanging as heavily as her earrings, only made the children love her more.
"No?" she said, when no one answered. She snorted a laugh to herself, bubbles popping from her flat nose. "Of course not! Seahorses are the best hiders in the ocean. You'd be hard-pressed to find one." She motioned with her arm, sitting onto the ground. The children followed suit, creating a semi-circle. Candira settled next to Telos with a grin.
"Today, you get to find your own seahorse. It's tough. It's challenging. But it's worth it." The woman leaned back against a globe of coral. Brain coral, Candira recalled absentmindedly from a previous class. "The seahorse is the better creature here, between us and them. The men carry the children, but the female takes care of them - up to fifteen hundred. Their tails hold them to something strong, steady, when the ocean's currents are too strong. They have armor, but no teeth."
The woman pushed herself up easily, rising to her feet with the grace of a dancer. "But, what am I saying?" She waved her hand, stirring the water. "Open your heart to Caiyha, and you will understand their delicate balance and how we must emulate them. Today, you will find your steed and perhaps learn some more. If you can, that is."
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