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 Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 7:11 pm
 The young kelpi rested at the edge of her mother's territory, watching the waves roll onto the sand. Same tides as ever. She could turn around and watch her mother guarding her territory, same as ever. Sangra sighed. Life with Pakpao was as ceaseless and unchanging as the sea itself.
Which was great for a matron, not so much for a maiden.
"I should just leave," the Soquili said aloud, watching the bubbles take her words up to the air.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 7:20 pm
 The older Kelpi remained on her rock, simply watching as the day passed on. Like any other day, she'd been content to just lay there, doing nothing. There wasn't a point to going out; one would only find trouble that way. Best to stay home, keep out of trouble, and lead a niiiice relaxing life.
And of course, she was sure her children felt exactly the same way.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 7:35 pm
Sangra sneaked a glance at her mother. She hadn't moved from her rock in hours, save for slight changes of position. A stranger might mistake her for a statue; albeit a very brightly colored one, but still a statue.
"That's it! I'm leaving!" the younger kelpi declared, totally fed up with her unchanging life.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 10:12 pm
One scaled eyebrow rose, and violet eyes stared over at her feisty daughter. Sangra had certainly taken after her father, in the sense that they both had a yearning to roam free and about the world, both above and below the ocean. But roaming was dangerous, and Pakpao had attempted to instill a cautious wariness of the world upon her eldest, though it'd seemed to have gone in one ear and out the other. Children never listened. Her other two had already swam away, so was it now Sangra's turn to flee the place she once called home?
"Nonsense." Pakpao told her, finally rising from her stone. "You will do no such thing. Why would you leave your mother to her lonesome? You know the stories I've told you. What of the leviathan? The sharks? The... land dwellers?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2008 7:15 pm
Sangra snorted. "And how do I know those stories have any truth in them? Huh?" She made a face at her mother. "They might just be old wives' tales, made up to keep children at home. Well, I'm not a child anymore. And I refuse to sit here and spend the rest of my days watching the tides! There is a whole world out there, Mo-ther, and I intend to see it!" the young Soquili declared, stamping her hoof for emphasis, and sending a cloud of sand drifting upwards.
She had had it with the cautious life of her mother. Today was the first day of the rest of her life!
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2008 7:38 pm
The older kelpi's eyes narrowed as she gazed upon her delinquent child. She'd told her time and time again about how she lost her Merlock companion to the Leviathan, but deep inside, she knew Sangra only saw it as a myth to attempt to keep her in line. As dark as her tale had been, and heart wrenching to recall, it had been a waste, fallen upon deaf ears who had no intentions of hearing. And now, she was leaving her. Just as her father had left her. Kuval had been a wanderer from the start, so it shouldn't have surprised Pakpao that he would up and leave so quickly.
She had hoped at least one of her children would have stayed behind. For a kelpi who had lived the majority of her life alone, she realized she was nervous about being by herself once more. Not for her own safety, but for the wellfare of her own children, two of which that had already swum off to their own destined freedom apart from her.
But no, not even fate would allow her to keep one of her own bloodline. Her last hope, amiable Sangra, had grown fed up with being cooped up in one spot. She, just as Pukka and Zulu, would flee and find her own adventures to come across.
Oh, what was she to do?!
"They might be tales, or they might just happen to be the truth. Are you calling your mother a liar, Sangra?" she snorted, bubbles escaping from her nostrils as she did so. "Because I don't take kindly to my own child calling me a liar!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2008 7:42 pm
"Liar or not, I don't care," Sangra retorted. "You can't keep me here." The daughter's face was set, as was her mind.
"You don't have the right to keep me here," she continued. "There's a whole wide world out there that you want to keep me away from. You say it's bad. Maybe it is. But why should I listen to you when it's quite likely that you're only telling me the bad stuff?"
Sangra was pissed now. She was an adult - had been for some time now! For gods' sakes, Pakpao should know better!
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2008 8:31 pm
Her face blanched, her expression clear. She was more than hurt by her daughter's sudden turn of mood. Sangra had always been the peaceful one, the inquisitive helpful one. Not fiesty. No, Zulu had taken after her in the fiesty department. What brought on this sudden change in Sangra?
"I....would never want you to be unhappy." she finally said, slowly. And it was true. She didn't want her children to be unhappy, and it was obvious that Sangra had been holding in these feelings for some time, to have exploded as harshly as she had. "But I was only... I was only doing what I thought was best for you, darling!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2008 8:39 pm
Sangra glared at her mother. "No. You were doing what is best for you. Not for me. Or if it was for me, it was for something you thought was me, but isn't really."
She began to swim away, sensing that it was growing less likely that Pakpao would follow. "I'm leaving. Maybe I'll come back. But I wouldn't bet on it being any time soon," she told the older mare.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 7:55 pm
Her scaled eyebrows creased, and her face hardened. Her heart could only take too much... she'd let it open, she let him in, she'd let their children in. And all of them... all four of them had taken advantage of who she was and destroyed what little faith she had left in this underwater world.
"You don't even know what's good for you!" she snorted, growing angrier at the rebellious child, bubbles fleeing her flared nostrils. "So FINE. Go out and get yourself killed. Be like the rest of your family and leave me. I don't care. I don't care about anything anymore!"
Her heart was broken, and now shoved away. She couldn't deal with the emotion anymore. Cold. Emotionless. Yes, this is how she should have remained, she should have been all along. Emotion only causes pain, and she was done with having pain.
"Go away." She muttered, her voice carrying only slightly higher than a whisper above the currents. "Just.... go."
Here eyes narrowed, refusing to let the sadness wash over her any longer. Her last daughter had chosen to leave her. Well, so be it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 9:04 pm
Sangra paused and turned around to glare at her mother some more. "Will you STOP feeling sorry for yourself!?" she hissed, bubbles leaving her mouth in a near-constant stream. "Maybe we all left you because it has to be all about you! Maybe we all got sick and tired of you clinging to us, keeping us around so that you don't have to look around and see what a failure you are! Maybe YOU'RE the problem here!"
The young kelpi was panting with anger, glaring at her mother. She wasn't so sure where all the words had come from, only that they had kept flowing out of her mouth once she started, not allowing her to stop until she'd fnished.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 8:36 pm
Even with the hateful words being thrown in her direction, Pakpao knew she could never despise her child. Be angry with her, yes. Be disappointed? Of course. But she would never despise, never hate the precious kelpie mare who would always be her daughter.
Instead of responding to the taunting, the accusations, the hurtful words, the older mare simply turned around, and continued her way back to her rock. Her rock was there... it had always been there, and Pakpao had a feeling that it was, at this point in her life, the only stable thing left she could depend on.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 8:16 pm
How typical was this, Sangra asked herself cynically. Pakpao going to her rock. Her rock that was as unchanging as the sea, as Pakpao herself. The younger kelpi snorted and turned her back on her mother's stupid territory, her mother's stupid rock, and her stupid mother. She'd had the last word, and she intended to keep it that way.
Ahead was the shallower waters of the shelf, as the sandy beach rose upwards beneath the young kelpi's legs. Sangra swam towards the sunlight glittering above the water, towards a new life full of adventure.
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