Child of the Moon & Water; Nuray (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} seabrightmoon) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2008-12-30 20:15:00 |
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Friday, November 2, 2007
Who: Nuray Masterson
When: After the funeral
Where: In Van'taurë Lake
What: Nuray surfaces again, still not willing to return to the land.
The waters of the lake were dark with nothing but the moon and stars above to light it. Moonlight did penetrate down, but at the bottom where Nuray was settled the light didn't quite reach. Part of her wanted to go up and see how Jay was handling things, but that would mean getting out of the water. Getting out of the water was not something that she wanted to do. Not at all, it was better to her mind to stay down in the deep water where the underwater growths brushed against her skin in the dark.
Her eyes were adept at seeing in the deep water, adjusting to the lack of light by seeming to grow larger in her face. Long fingers pulled through the water with her webbing, keeping her in place with the motion. Her hair moved and swayed with the water, trailing along her face.
There had been the pyres earlier. Bonfires that looked like far too near stars in the night when she watched them. People had died. They were burning the bodies. The traditions of her people, living as they did in small family groups, were hardly as sophisticated. They didn't preserve their dead. Instead, they took the bodies a good distance from the homestead and left them to what predators would come. It was also to keep them from washing up on shore and allowing humans to see them. Better to avoid the unnecessary scrutiny.
Turning a tight circle, she also turned over until she was looking upward toward the light. Nearly as soon as she thought about it, she was rising upward to break through the mirrored surface of the water. Head above the surface, gills in her neck still below the water, she leaned back, looking toward the stand of trees and the smoke that hung above them. Someone could easily see her from the shore, but if approached it was likely that she would simply disappear back into the depths again. Unless they could follow, she would simply slip away, her brown and black coloring making her easy to lose especially in the dark. However, for the moment, she was there. Her hair was plastered to her skull until it reached the water and floated seaweed like on the surface. Large eyes blinking, she looked for answers in the smoke that was working its way to carry spirits to the stars.
Who: Nuray Masterson
When: After the funeral
Where: In Van'taurë Lake
What: Nuray surfaces again, still not willing to return to the land.
The waters of the lake were dark with nothing but the moon and stars above to light it. Moonlight did penetrate down, but at the bottom where Nuray was settled the light didn't quite reach. Part of her wanted to go up and see how Jay was handling things, but that would mean getting out of the water. Getting out of the water was not something that she wanted to do. Not at all, it was better to her mind to stay down in the deep water where the underwater growths brushed against her skin in the dark.
Her eyes were adept at seeing in the deep water, adjusting to the lack of light by seeming to grow larger in her face. Long fingers pulled through the water with her webbing, keeping her in place with the motion. Her hair moved and swayed with the water, trailing along her face.
There had been the pyres earlier. Bonfires that looked like far too near stars in the night when she watched them. People had died. They were burning the bodies. The traditions of her people, living as they did in small family groups, were hardly as sophisticated. They didn't preserve their dead. Instead, they took the bodies a good distance from the homestead and left them to what predators would come. It was also to keep them from washing up on shore and allowing humans to see them. Better to avoid the unnecessary scrutiny.
Turning a tight circle, she also turned over until she was looking upward toward the light. Nearly as soon as she thought about it, she was rising upward to break through the mirrored surface of the water. Head above the surface, gills in her neck still below the water, she leaned back, looking toward the stand of trees and the smoke that hung above them. Someone could easily see her from the shore, but if approached it was likely that she would simply disappear back into the depths again. Unless they could follow, she would simply slip away, her brown and black coloring making her easy to lose especially in the dark. However, for the moment, she was there. Her hair was plastered to her skull until it reached the water and floated seaweed like on the surface. Large eyes blinking, she looked for answers in the smoke that was working its way to carry spirits to the stars.