The sun poured across her skin like molten honey, leaving the Ondine gleaming in the water as she dived under the waves once more.
The deep submerging, taking herself so deep in those depths of blue. It was one of those things that kept Ceala peaceful, kept her mind off the fact that when it came down to it all she was nothing more then a tiny ribbon of gold and sapphire in that big blue ocean.
Easily overlooked.
In the blue it no longer mattered, she could be whatever she wanted to be. A nymph, a sprite, a mermaid, a seal, a selkie, an elemental....and so much more.
Their mother had warned them before her life had been taken. That they were soulless until....well...
Ceala always would abandon the notion of that which would give her a soul.
Never would she believe that it was hers to possess.
Far away from the docks and the shore she pulled herself up on the rocks, dripping wet and glistening like a bit of sunlight upon the blue and gray.
Knees embraced with arms she never had to worry about her sight, her sight was perfect, she could see just fine even when they never seemed to see her.
On the dock stood a pair of newfound lovers.
Fresh in their youth.
One the false Sainte-Clare given the name for a place to belong,
the Other the one that never would see her.
She was fourteen when she watched them share their first kiss on the docks.
She was fourteen when she learned what it was to cry over the things never to be yours.
Fourteen when she learned to blame the tears as being nothing more then salt water in her eyes.
The four of them had grown through their years together from the budding of youth and self discovery....to the days of adulthood...and for some awakening.
All the time Ceala and Sybella had known that Cinna was not of their own....had no draw to the water when she burned so bright.
All the time they both knew that Cinna was something different.
Sybella had seen and known. Had seen it all.
How Cinna was a child of Light found by the Darkness and the Ghost....left to slumber until the dawn of her awakening...
When choices would be made of three.
Would be made on nights when one could choose love or power....choose fate over illusion.
Ceala knew the choices she would make, but her choices did not matter.
The choice was never hers...
And as the years passed she knew...that the one she kindled such an affection for.
Just like the choice he had never been hers...
and he never would be.
The deep submerging, taking herself so deep in those depths of blue. It was one of those things that kept Ceala peaceful, kept her mind off the fact that when it came down to it all she was nothing more then a tiny ribbon of gold and sapphire in that big blue ocean.
Easily overlooked.
In the blue it no longer mattered, she could be whatever she wanted to be. A nymph, a sprite, a mermaid, a seal, a selkie, an elemental....and so much more.
Their mother had warned them before her life had been taken. That they were soulless until....well...
Ceala always would abandon the notion of that which would give her a soul.
Never would she believe that it was hers to possess.
Far away from the docks and the shore she pulled herself up on the rocks, dripping wet and glistening like a bit of sunlight upon the blue and gray.
Knees embraced with arms she never had to worry about her sight, her sight was perfect, she could see just fine even when they never seemed to see her.
On the dock stood a pair of newfound lovers.
Fresh in their youth.
One the false Sainte-Clare given the name for a place to belong,
the Other the one that never would see her.
She was fourteen when she watched them share their first kiss on the docks.
She was fourteen when she learned what it was to cry over the things never to be yours.
Fourteen when she learned to blame the tears as being nothing more then salt water in her eyes.
The four of them had grown through their years together from the budding of youth and self discovery....to the days of adulthood...and for some awakening.
All the time Ceala and Sybella had known that Cinna was not of their own....had no draw to the water when she burned so bright.
All the time they both knew that Cinna was something different.
Sybella had seen and known. Had seen it all.
How Cinna was a child of Light found by the Darkness and the Ghost....left to slumber until the dawn of her awakening...
When choices would be made of three.
Would be made on nights when one could choose love or power....choose fate over illusion.
Ceala knew the choices she would make, but her choices did not matter.
The choice was never hers...
And as the years passed she knew...that the one she kindled such an affection for.
Just like the choice he had never been hers...
and he never would be.