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- Jul 19, 2017
The Tawudian Sea
Smack dab in-between the continents of Zentina and Exandry.
Known for its dense oceanic crops and kelp forest that often in sections reached all the way up to the surface even with their roots at the bottom of the sea.
was nestled right in-between two such droves of seaweed jungles.
Structures made of coral and thick clay into living homes and markets for the aquatic-folk whom dwelled there.
Rooms lit up by the bioluminescent algae and fish bred and well kept for their light. A hamlet well suited for folk whom excelled in plant-husbandry and tending to marine-livestock.
However, the same things that created the abundant good-fortune for the merpeople who lived there, were also the source of it's most current troubles.
On either side, just beyond the north forest, was the divisions of Delphins and The Kani, their tensions growing tighter and tighter, Any day, one of those threads could snap and the people of Lua Neamh would be caught smack in the crosshairs.
Making an alliance with either faction before such a clash spelled doom no matter who they picked for it would be putting a target on their backs in regards to the other sect that was not aligned with.
The grand council had met, and, though no one is sure exactly what was said to bring forth such an idea, but, after a meeting that lasted 5 days with the counsellors barely stopping even to eat, they exited the grand-hall with a decision...to align themselves with a familiar, yet still outside, source.
Those brutes of obsidian and alabaster.
Most could still remember the eerie hush that fell upon the citizens, speechless for nearly hours as every resident seemed to absorb this decision, not even protesting due to the shock.
Somehow, someway, when word was sent to begin the talks of union, the roaming pod was actually receptive.
Naturally, the best way to strike a bond was through creating a mated-pair between the species, but how could they ask any to offer their hand to a stranger? Especially with such contention?...But, Elder Zuny recalled one little mermaid who actually had an interaction with that of the orca-descended people, before being torn away, for her alleged safety, of course.
And so now, that very guppy, now fully gown, was awaiting her own fate.
Cordelia Lunaris floated patiently, with her moonlight hands crossed in front of her scaly blue pelvis, her heart thudding loud enough she was surprised her lavender and azure seashell top was not heard beating like a drum. Her seaglass gaze was glued to the sand below as a small collective of council-members and guards waited just to the side of her, to meet the arrival of their guests.
To see the couple off before they began their courting...which was more or less a polite formality at this point, what with the wedding already being scheduled for after only 3 moon-downs from this day.
She was so nervous.
She kept pulling one of her hands up briefly and quickly to comb through her long ruby hair, even though none of the strands had wafted out of place, fussing with it unnecessarily.
Her webbed side fins attached to her wide hips kept flicking about, little flaps back and forth, as though her spotted tail was getting ready to launch her into the tides at any moment in order to flee.
She could barely remember what her old friend looked like, only the brief bubble of fun they had together, but that was well over a decade now...and within that decade, stories of blood in the water had plenty of time to filter into Cordelia's ears and take root in her heart, perhaps not as much root as some of the other more...passionately adverse mermaids had, but still, she couldn't just pretend there was no fear collected beneath her well-developed chest about what it would be like to mate with such a mer, paranoia of roughness and cold-hearted words...perhaps even pain being expected.
But Cordelia didn't have the option to decline...well, perhaps if she were heartless and cared not for the corrosion of her own kin, for if this covenant fell...so too would they.
The couch horn resonated, the guard at the very edge of the welcoming troupe blowing the instrument. The shapely mermaid's freckled shoulders flinched and her eyes widened even though they still bore a hole into the ground before her.
They were here...
This was it.
Cordelia swallowed harshly, gripping her hands so tight against her lower stomach that the creamy flesh was starting to redden.
Be still, be calm.
She could hear her mothers voice in her head.
'Do not let the storm above corrupt the tide below, you must control the undertow of your spirit.'
She exhaled slowly, a couple bubbles 'plip plip'ing out of her pale pink lips, and as she could see the shadows of new-arrivals in her peripheral vision, she -felt- the presence right in front of her and she bowed her head with her arms held out, "Welcome to Lua Neamh, may Atargatis favor all tides that you tread."
With that greeting out of the way, her cheeks hued with roses, she lifted her maroon head and her malachite eyes opened to take in the sight of her companion of the past, and her partner of the future.
Smack dab in-between the continents of Zentina and Exandry.
Known for its dense oceanic crops and kelp forest that often in sections reached all the way up to the surface even with their roots at the bottom of the sea.
was nestled right in-between two such droves of seaweed jungles.
Structures made of coral and thick clay into living homes and markets for the aquatic-folk whom dwelled there.
Rooms lit up by the bioluminescent algae and fish bred and well kept for their light. A hamlet well suited for folk whom excelled in plant-husbandry and tending to marine-livestock.
However, the same things that created the abundant good-fortune for the merpeople who lived there, were also the source of it's most current troubles.
On either side, just beyond the north forest, was the divisions of Delphins and The Kani, their tensions growing tighter and tighter, Any day, one of those threads could snap and the people of Lua Neamh would be caught smack in the crosshairs.
Making an alliance with either faction before such a clash spelled doom no matter who they picked for it would be putting a target on their backs in regards to the other sect that was not aligned with.
The grand council had met, and, though no one is sure exactly what was said to bring forth such an idea, but, after a meeting that lasted 5 days with the counsellors barely stopping even to eat, they exited the grand-hall with a decision...to align themselves with a familiar, yet still outside, source.
Those brutes of obsidian and alabaster.
Most could still remember the eerie hush that fell upon the citizens, speechless for nearly hours as every resident seemed to absorb this decision, not even protesting due to the shock.
Somehow, someway, when word was sent to begin the talks of union, the roaming pod was actually receptive.
Naturally, the best way to strike a bond was through creating a mated-pair between the species, but how could they ask any to offer their hand to a stranger? Especially with such contention?...But, Elder Zuny recalled one little mermaid who actually had an interaction with that of the orca-descended people, before being torn away, for her alleged safety, of course.
And so now, that very guppy, now fully gown, was awaiting her own fate.
Cordelia Lunaris floated patiently, with her moonlight hands crossed in front of her scaly blue pelvis, her heart thudding loud enough she was surprised her lavender and azure seashell top was not heard beating like a drum. Her seaglass gaze was glued to the sand below as a small collective of council-members and guards waited just to the side of her, to meet the arrival of their guests.
To see the couple off before they began their courting...which was more or less a polite formality at this point, what with the wedding already being scheduled for after only 3 moon-downs from this day.
She was so nervous.
She kept pulling one of her hands up briefly and quickly to comb through her long ruby hair, even though none of the strands had wafted out of place, fussing with it unnecessarily.
Her webbed side fins attached to her wide hips kept flicking about, little flaps back and forth, as though her spotted tail was getting ready to launch her into the tides at any moment in order to flee.
She could barely remember what her old friend looked like, only the brief bubble of fun they had together, but that was well over a decade now...and within that decade, stories of blood in the water had plenty of time to filter into Cordelia's ears and take root in her heart, perhaps not as much root as some of the other more...passionately adverse mermaids had, but still, she couldn't just pretend there was no fear collected beneath her well-developed chest about what it would be like to mate with such a mer, paranoia of roughness and cold-hearted words...perhaps even pain being expected.
But Cordelia didn't have the option to decline...well, perhaps if she were heartless and cared not for the corrosion of her own kin, for if this covenant fell...so too would they.
The couch horn resonated, the guard at the very edge of the welcoming troupe blowing the instrument. The shapely mermaid's freckled shoulders flinched and her eyes widened even though they still bore a hole into the ground before her.
They were here...
This was it.
Cordelia swallowed harshly, gripping her hands so tight against her lower stomach that the creamy flesh was starting to redden.
Be still, be calm.
She could hear her mothers voice in her head.
'Do not let the storm above corrupt the tide below, you must control the undertow of your spirit.'
She exhaled slowly, a couple bubbles 'plip plip'ing out of her pale pink lips, and as she could see the shadows of new-arrivals in her peripheral vision, she -felt- the presence right in front of her and she bowed her head with her arms held out, "Welcome to Lua Neamh, may Atargatis favor all tides that you tread."
With that greeting out of the way, her cheeks hued with roses, she lifted her maroon head and her malachite eyes opened to take in the sight of her companion of the past, and her partner of the future.
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