Cloelia (riptidebaby) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-08-23 01:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-15, cloelia, cole |
man, we were killing time
Who: Cloelia & Cole
Where: By the river
When: Late afternoon
Matching earrings! Cloelia had earrings. And they matched. She was sure it was the first time that had happened since she had even arrived in this place; earrings were harder to find in proper pairs around here. She did mean find, as well, because she had yet to discover any of the jewellry stores and was not in the habit of accosting female landwalkers in the street for their jewels. Mostly because they so rarely seemed to have any that she really, truly liked. These... these had been left on the grass a little way away by a couple who would probably come back for them at some point but by then it would be too late and she didn't much care if they'd want them returned. They were hers now. Oh, and they were shiny! And since she had gone and done what Melia had done and put holes through her ears like the landwalkers did -- which hurt at the time but never mind -- she could wear them properly too. Absentmindedly singing the first song that popped into her head, she brushed back hair that still jingled from the number of beads and bits of broken charm bracelet she had managed to weave into it after practising what Melia did to her own hair and then switched her mismatching, dangly earrings for the shiny new ones. The older ones were looking a little worse for wear anyway. Oh well. Maybe they could go into her hair too...
Wriggling back a few inches, Cloelia leaned forward to peer at her rain-mottled reflection in the river and held her hair back to see how her new studs looked. Truth be told, she could hardly see them for the rain, but still. She was vain enough to imagine them as pretty as she pleased, and leaned back upon her palms to flick water upwards with her tail with a grin. She had decided hours ago that the weather was actually quite pleasant. Warm enough that she was comfortable out of water but humid enough that she did not dry out. Then there was the fog... Fog was always a strange thing. It made her think of when she was a much younger mermaid -- not that much more than a guppy -- and on some days, in the right places, there could be fog so thick that only the right vibrations in the water could alert you to approaching ships if your head was above the surface. Big, old ships with wooden masts and rigging and... other things that had names that she was sure vessels of such sizes no longer had in the modern world. All this... technology... Oh, but none of that mattered, because she had new earrings that matched! The noise of glee that interrupted her song belonged more to a dolphin or a small whale than it did a woman, and she very nearly clapped her hands in delight but she was leaning on them.
Except now she had gone and forgotten which line she was up to. Cloelia pouted in thought. No. No -- it was completely gone from her head. She would have to start again or sing something else. What to sing?