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 Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 7:39 pm
Mortimer Silverwaters was out in the water near his home. He had recently grown from a child to a teen and was still getting used to his bigger body. He decided a good way to get used to it would be to go for a swim and possibly find some interesting things. He grabbed his bag that he carried on his back in case he did find anything.
Swimming away from the lagoon he entered the colder waters of the open ocean. He headed towards the bottom to look for any shells, interesting animals, or possibly items from the world above. Those land taurs and humans always seemed to have stuff fall off ships or their ships sink. For quite a while he didn't find any and so he moved further away from his home. The water began to get colder and he soon came to a stop. Just up ahead was the crevasses that led to the abyss.
Deciding that his family records were correct to label this area as dangerous and best avoided, he began to swim away. However something caught his eye and made him pause. He looked around unable to tell what exactly made him stop. There were only some odd rocks and shells laying on the bottom heading towards the crevasse. He sank down a little further noticing one odd 'rock' teetering on the edge. He began to swim closer and looking at it thought that maybe it was not a rock but an egg.
This brought about a dilemma as he wasn't sure what kind of egg it could be. It didn't look like his own or ones sketched in his family records. Maybe it was an egg from the abyss.... but why was it up here? He dismissed it as an egg from down there as it had no way to get up here. He was about to abandon it, deciding it was merely a rock after all when it finally lost the battle of balance. He didn't think, only reacted, and grabbed the egg. He swam back from the crevasse holding the egg. He stared at it for a long moment before stuffing it into his bag on his back and heading home.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 7:45 pm
Some time had passed since Mortimer had found the 'egg'. He had set it in the sand bed at his home, the exact spot where he as an egg had laid. His house was colder now as he noticed the egg reacted better to the colder water than the warm water. His sort of friends, Euterpe and Muirgen, had stopped by several times and were no help in his quest to identify if this really is an egg. Euterpe was of the opinion that it was some strange rock while Muirgen said it was a monsters egg.
Mortimer wasn't sure and after all this time had passed was less sure that it would hatch. He daily consulted his family records about egg keeping and hatching but they were no help. It wasn't an egg identified in the waterproof books and if he couldn't tell what would hatch out of it he had no way of knowing how to care for it.
Once more he consulted the books this time looking to see if perhaps any land taurs would know. The Silverwaters didn't have an extensive history of contact with those above but they have had contact and he could do it again. His back was facing the egg and so he had no clue as to what was about to happen.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 8:21 pm
The egg began to wiggle. Just a little at a time. Then, the thin shell split, and out slipped a creature like a giant tadpole. The young angler blinked a few times and looked around without a sound. Out of its little comfy cocoon... Nice and cold. As its eyes adjusted, it noticed the big silver body floating off to the side. Curious, he give his tail an instinctive flick. It took a few tries, but he quickly figured out how to aim for the big silver body, gently bumping into the body's back.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 8:30 pm
Mortimer barely registered the egg cracking noise as he was too intent on reading the records. His tail flicked up and turned a page. Again nothing useful. He sighed silently and closed the book with his tail. He was about to grab another when he felt some bump into him.
Turning his head he quickly noticed the young angler floating behind him. He quickly turned around and looked over at the egg bed. Yep the egg was cracked. So this.... creature had to have come from the egg. He studied the little guy for a moment trying to think of what species it could be. It had hands, a tadpole like bottom, spiny fins, and something off it's head. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. "You were an egg." Was all he said for the moment.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 8:48 pm
The angler's head cocked slightly as the manta looked at him, his whole body rolling in the process. He looked around at his new predicament, and managed to get rightside-up again. Little hands reached out to give Mortimer's tail a curious touch. What was this?
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 9:16 pm
Mortimer went to help right the little guy but it was unneeded. His tail twitched slightly when it was touched by the little one. "My tail." He said before pulling it out of reach. He then reached and tapped the angler's tail with one of his arm fins. "Your tail."
He settled against the floor and looked at the angler. "Like cold. Need name." He muttered, "Cold..... chill...... Chillwater. I call you Chillwater for now. I Mortimer Silverwaters." He nodded his head and then looked around. Making sure he wouldn't unsettle the little one he swam across the room to where the broken egg shell was. He began inspecting it hoping to gather some clues about the creature that came from it.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 8:34 pm
Looking at his own tail, he pondered it a moment before reaching for it. It flicked out of reach, making his fresh eyes widen. He reached further, and it twitched away again. Suddenly, he was spinning in a circle as he sought to catch the elusive thing.
When Mortimer swam passed him, he looked up at the larger body immediately, and darted after the manta. He, too, looked at his old eggsack curiously, but without comprehension. After all, he'd never seen it from the outside!
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 7:17 pm
Mortimer missed the little one chasing his tail. But even if he had seen it he most likely wouldn't have smiled or chuckled. He instead was focused on the eggsack. It didn't offer any clues but he decided to preserve it as best as he could so maybe someone else could identify it. He swam away again to grab a container and then back to put the sack into it.
Noticing Chillwater looking at it curiously he held it out for the young one to look at. "Your eggsack. You were in it earlier." He simply said.
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 7:39 pm
The young angler looked up at Mortimer blankly. The big thing was making noise, but he didn't know what those noises meant. He cocked his head again, managing to not roll this time. A long hand reached out and felt the open egg curiously. It seemed weak...
Disinterested, he went on to inspect the rest of the place he had discovered. It was so... open. what was all this stuff? Just like a newborn, he stared touching everything, reaching whatever he could get his hands on.
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 8:04 pm
Mortimer didn't realize that the young angler didn't understand him. After all he had no experience with raising kids. Instead he sealed up the eggsack after Chillwater touched it. He placed it up on a shelf and then turned around to see the young one swimming around and touching everything. He watched to make sure that nothing fell on him and that he didn't touch anything that could hurt him. This continued on for a while longer before it was time for bed and the end of the very eventful day.
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 8:57 pm
It was quite some time later, and the wee angler had grown some. Though still a child, he was much stronger and faster than before. He preferred to follow his guardian around and explore wherever they went. He found himself to be a quick learner, as babies had to be in such a world, and he loved it.
"Mortimer? I is hungry!" he hollered out, looking through the caverns of their undersea home for his guardian.
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 9:08 pm
Mortimer was glad that his young charge was such a quick learner. He taught the angler all he knew and at the same time observed him. He still had yet to learn what young Gunnar was. Yes now instead of being called Chillwater the young angler had dubbed himself Gunnar Frey.
Mortimer was currently in the lagoon near their home when he heard Gunnar call out. He had been hoping to hear some word from Euterpe or Muirgen but both had disappeared it seemed. He turned to face towards the house and began to slowly swim back. "Gunnar. Out here." He called back. He wanted until the older child swam over before speaking again, "What you want?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 9:26 pm
Head twitching about, he flicked his fins and darted on out of the cave, following the voice of his guardian. "I want.... clams!" He circled around the silver manta, looking along the ground. "Got clams in home, or we gotta find 'em?" Though he was hungry, he did quite enjoy seeking out his own food. It was quite fun!
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 5:12 pm
Mortimer settled on the lagoon floor as he listened to Gunnar. "Hm...." He thought about the question. He didn't think that there were any clams in the house, unless they sneaked in which they sometimes do. "Find." He simply said. It would be easier to just go search for some instead of raiding the house to see if any were there.
With a flick on his tail and a flap of his arms, Mortimer was swimming towards the caverns that were home. He needed to grab his collection bag if they were going hunting for clams. He needed to see about making one for Gunnar. Perhaps it could be present or coming of age gift or something.
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 5:35 pm
Gunnar swam in a little excited circle. "Huntin' clams! Huntin' clams! Huntin' clams!" He followed Mortimer back to the caverns, and waited outside the entrance as the manta fetched the necessary supplies. "Clams, clams, clams! You gonna eat clams, Morti?"
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