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 Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 8:32 pm
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 Coriolis had never been what you might consider a particularly social person. Oh, she wasn't unfriendly--if she needed to be, she could be civil, and that was the same thing, right? But she wasn't social. She'd spent most of her life exploring, looking up, down, and around at everything in the world and exploring every nook and cranny of the ocean she could get to. Not the deep ocean, of course--the pressure was too high, and there were all sorts of nasty things living down there--but the coasts she knew better than her own tail, and she was in the process of learning everything down to the precipice of the continental shelf.
All in all, Coriolis was proud of her accomplishments so far. Now she was swimming around a grove of waving kelp fronds not far from shore, sliding in amongst the stipes with relative ease. The sunlight played on the swaying algae and flickered across the rocky sea floor. A flicker of movement, brightly colored--Coriolis paused and poked her head through the fronds. There was no sign of that brightly colored...whatever it was. Probably a fish. Or a wrasse. Funny thing, though, she didn't remember any fish of that size around here that was pink. Which implied that...
...it was another star. Oh, joy. Coriolis couldn't socialize--she was terrible at it. Oh well. Time to face the music sooner or later.
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 9:19 am
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In among a brightly colored knot of fish that, strangely, at the right angle resembled a tree, an equally bright Nova swam around and under, prodding at a few who tried to break away from the rest. At one point an entire root tried to swim away. They almost got away while Miro's back was turned, scanning the ocean for more orange fish for the leaves until she caught the flash of color in the corner of her eye. Herding them back like a dog to sheep, she went back to scanning the ocean, looking back every now and than to make sure the rest were staying put.
Art was something the mare had always been interested in, hanging off every word of the Nova who traveled the waters and spoke of colors of the rainbow the landwalkers would paint with. Down here all she had were fish, coral, and sand. Colors were missing, making her projects look more like a child's painting than a work of art. The bark was yellow while the leaves were orange. She was thinking of adding in some red to give the whole thing more depth. If she could find some. Expecting the fish to stay still long enough for her to look would be asking for too much. Fish had a tendency to not listen.
Miro sighed, making tiny bubbles shoot up to the surface. She swayed on the spot, caught between the edge of a cliff and a shark. She didn't feel her picture was complete, but if she left...
Sparing a glance at the fish, she moved away towards the swaying underwater plants below her. As she moved closer, she was sure she heard the sound of many tiny fins and sighed, again. Producing a work of art was almost too much work for the effort down here. If only she could find some leads on where to look for the land paints...
Something bright blue caught her eye between the kelp. Thinking it a fish, she moved in closer, swimming circles around and in the tiny forest in hopes of flushing the creature out.
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