This post's authors have general content warnings that might apply to the current post.
Accept our Terms of Service
Our Terms of Service have recently changed! Please read and agree to the Terms of Service and the Privacy Policy
cy(mbe)l[le|i]ne
Permalink

Since Cyllene's first (licit, chaperoned) visit to the surface, she's visited enough times to watch it get warmer, and colder, and warmer again, over the course of many (illicit, solo) trips.  She's gone close (though never that close) to the shore and watched the humans from afar, seen their strange, straight caves, and the coverings on their bodies, and the way they move about on the surface floor upright.

She's seen ships, the things humans use to make there be a surface floor on the ocean, one that moves around.  Humans swim, sometimes, but, as far as she can tell, never while as far away from land as ships go.

She's also seen ships below the surface, far below it.  But she's pretty sure that's not because the humans wanted them that way; the whole seafloor around them were filled with strange, seastar-configured skeletons.  She's pretty sure that swimming in the open ocean is for humans about as sure a death as wriggling her way far onto the surface land would be for her.

She's learned a lot about ships.  They are usually in this range of sizes, and sometimes they lower nets and catch fish in them.  (Cyllene has attempted to replicate nets, as if they were her idea, and got a pretty good start on it.  One of her sisters dismissed the idea as being human-like when shown a swatch of knotted seaweed, and Cyllene has to be intensely careful that no one suspect her of having upward sympathies.  She has a real net, human-made, in her secret grotto, and she can see that its purpose is the truly beautiful thing about it, but for now... it will remain solely decorative.  It has to.)  There tend to be kinds of ship, ones that do the fish-netting and ones that don't, really.

 

This ship, she thinks, is not one of the kind that does the fish-netting.  She hopes she's right, because as much as she wants to know about humans, she does want more to not be netted.

She approaches from underneath, runs her hands along its belly, and then - heads for the surface.

Total: 88
Posts Per Page:
Permalink

Cymbeline does not much care for sailing but it's by far the fastest way to get around. He's clinging to the railing, occasionally putting seasickness from himself or one of the other passengers into one of the glass globes he brought aboard as magic receptacles, and gazing out at the waves.

Permalink

Okay.  Okay, Cyllene has practiced this, though admittedly with rocks and not a moving human creation.  She takes several deep breaths, and - oh, there are conveniently graspable things on the side of this ship.  Perfect; she hauls herself up.  Just enough to get her torso out of the water.

Permalink

"Your highness?"

Permalink

"What kind of creature is that?"

Permalink

"...well, mostly a shark, but someone's been doing something mighty odd with it."

Permalink

- Oh, wow, they can talk - not that she can understand them, but that's clearly some sort of proper language going on, there.  She had vaugely guessed that this would probably be true, but it's a different thing to hear it.

Permalink

"So you think it was made? Why would anyone want a... shark with a human face and hair."

Permalink

"That, I have no idea."

Permalink

Sheeee's above the surface and touching a ship and her whole body is being vertical like a human's and - she needs to breathe.  Back under she goes.

Permalink

"Wonder why it was poking up like that."

Permalink

"Could've just been curious."

Permalink

"Sure, but... which of the original donors did the curiosity come from."

Permalink

Maybe if Cyllene tries the other side of the ship she will be able to see humans in more detail than silhouette?

Permalink

There don't happen to be any humans on that side near the railing.

Permalink

Hm.  Well...

The main question is whether she thinks they're going to net her, or attempt to do something with a similarly-bad outcome that she doesn't know about.

......She can probably just drop back down into the ocean if she catches a hint of something scary impending.  She sings, quietly - it's beyond her power to make a body that functions on air instead of water; she doesn't know enough about how they work and even if she did it would be an intensive process.  But she can make the resources her body has available last longer.

Sing, sing, deep breaths - and back up.  She tries to haul more of herself out of the water and - wow, that really doesn't work.  She's pretty strong but she's even more heavy.

Permalink

"Maybe something's trying to chase it and it's trying to get out of the water?"

Permalink

"Can't rule it out but I don't see a bigger shark or anything."

Permalink

They're ✧talking✧.  Maybe someday she can learn their language...

Permalink

"I think it's looking at us." Cymbeline waves on a whim.

Permalink

Is that....

Permalink

Yes!  She thinks so!  Wave wave wave wave!

Permalink

"...hi, shark-being!" he calls down.

Permalink

She would maybe try repeating that except for how she can't really talk overwater.  Wave.

Permalink

"I'm tempted to throw it a fish. Do we have a fish?"

Total: 88
Posts Per Page: