Who: Eric and Ivarr. What: Water creatures meeting! When: November 9th, just after sundown. Where: Ivarr's river. Warnings: TBD
Eric understood the rules. He had to be back in his trailer by midnight, all curled up in the small tank underneath his bed. But it got dark early here, which meant that he could leave his trailer without being blinded by the sunlight with more than enough time to partake in the festivities of moving day - which, to him, would mean trying to get to the fish before it was cooked - and making it back inside before they moved. The fog that was covering the grounds dimmed the light from the tents and the lamp posts and Eric breathed out into it as he walked slowly, wearing the same damp jeans he'd been wearing the night before. When he breathed back in, he could feel the moisture settling in his lungs and it comforted him.
Because he was not quite sure what to do. He had found his cousin, now named Finnerty, and that was why he'd come ashore in the first place. He could go home now, if he wanted. But there were some nice people here and lots to learn, so he was waffling. Eric missed his family, missed his bloom, missed the ocean, but he could see the merits of the Cirque as well. So he continued to contemplate it as he followed the sound of rushing water to Ivarr's river, taking a seat on the bank to wait for the Kelpie. He wouldn't breech waters that belonged to someone else without their permission but he could sink his toes into the cool, wet mud at the edge of the river, humming lowly to himself.
All he knew was the ocean, and now Russia. Tonight, the Cirque would move, take him away from the shore where he'd washed up. Would he be able to find his way back to his bloom's caverns? He started singing quietly as he picked up a few pebbles, rolling them in between his fingers, the music soothing him even though, to ears that were not used to Deep Ocean Mermish, it would just sound like quiet screeching. Maybe he had made a mistake, coming here. Or maybe it would allow him to see new places, to learn things that he could take home to his children, to his bloom, to help them grow and adapt. At the very least, he wanted to make friends with the Kelpie before he had to decide whether or not to stay long-term or go back to the ocean.