Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33209858-20150320122351/@comment-26220869-20150323195002

(Thank you!)

How had the land-dwellers obtained any of her culture's works? Mizu's head tilted to the side. Each specialized parchment had been soaked in a special tank, as vibrant as the day they had been painted. At least they knew how to treat these relics of the ancient past, Mizu thought approvingly, her ears wiggling with interest.

Affectionately, a bittersweet smile on the Sea Nymph's visage, she pressed her fingertips against the cool glass, memories of a home so far-away, yet closer than ever, torrenting through her mind like a great flood. Lip quivering, she had to turn her head away briefly. By the gods, she missed home. Grandpa Ryujin, her mother, even.

She remembered why she left. Independence. Still, she could not help the pain that had flowered inside and stuck its sharpened thorns into her heart. Deep breathe, sweep of hair, she calmed down. There, back to stone.

'Hopefully, no one saw that.'