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I’m bored lol. no tags, just hop in if you feel like it
she’s technically asleep and dreaming, so feel free to do what you want with that info lol

Lost again, in currents unending and languid -

Drifting.

Strange were the dreams that undid her soul;

Stranger was the brine, that now caressed her cheeks and rolled over her in waves upon waves of cold, cold warmth.

She let herself fall.

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Mama - ! called a little girl in the wake of the sea.

Mama! There is an island over there!

A seagirl dared herself to remain in the safer shallows. Stepping in, out. In, out. A foolish dance to tempt the waves, only to flee in fear when the foam attacked her back.

Mama, the waves want to eat me!

And thus came the reply - A-Jing, careful now! Do not try to go to the island! It is dangerous!

But the girl was not yet a yearling and ignorant as a result. When the inevitable happened and the ocean dragged her a little too far, Mama did what she did best, and rushed to return her to the shore.

And A-Jing did not go to the island.

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Mama - ! called a big girl in the wake of the sea.

Mama! There is an island over there!

A seagirl dared herself to dive above and under the water. Jumping up, down. Up, down. A foolish dance to embrace the waves, but no longer was there a confused panic when the foam attacked her back.

Mama, the waves want to eat me!

And thus came only silence. No one was left to tell her of the dangers.

But the girl was only a yearling and still ignorant as a result. When the inevitable happened and the ocean dragged her way too far, there was no Mama to save her from the seas.

And in that moment, she made her resolve to go to the island. For should she die - who was there to stop her, who was there to grieve? Nobody.

And in that moment, A-Jing drowned.

And in that moment, Lujing emerged.

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elk charm sang. she sent out the songs of rebirth and death into the singing hills; she prepared to leave. kuy'aa had offered her a place among the seal hunters, and while she had not yet accepted, it was appealing. but it was equally appealing to remain here alone, with only samo for company. already she had begun the slow laying-in of fruits and edible grasses; she had dried the meat of hares and fish. summer was fiercely bright. elk charm prepared for winter nonetheless.
a carryskin at her hip, restless sharadoii roamed the swelling slopes for medicinal herbs and those which could be consumed; she searched to record the tracks of hares and deer, and she found a beaten path through the flowers which she followed at once.
perhaps some northern strength had come to her; or that gaulish.
a woman. sleeping. elk charm recognized her at once for the woman who had returned with chakliux. she wished to dislike the slumbering wolf, but those words shared with kuy'aa had soothed many things inside her soul.
not all.
elk charm was not forceful, but the woman slept near a needed patch of chamomile. she did not try to hide her sounds as she dug the honey-scented plants from their place, placing them in the skin for transport back to the wetus.
they kept their distance from one another, she and samo, the seal hunters from sharadoii. it was what she desired, or so it felt.