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 Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 10:52 pm
This is a self roleplay between Amitola and Ilyrana (Mahogany Sunset). Please do not post without permission.  
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 9:52 pm
 Illy watched her mother from above, gently swaying in the lake's nearly imperceptible current. She was hiding from view of anyone on the lake bed, huddled next to the rough wall of her family's underwater cavern. Her position was prime: close enough to the edge of the entrance that she could see everything on the bottom of the lake, but far enough back that, at most, only a few tendrils of her mane stuck out. Her mother had shown her this spot not long after she had emerged from her shell; it was perfect for a seathi with headfin like her mother's, which didn't stick out like her own floaty mane, and had been even more perfect for a tiny filly. Sunila had told her that she was like an otter pup, clinging to a frond of bull kelp, awaiting her mother's return. Now, however, she was grown, and the lake seemed to grow ever smaller; there were fewer and fewer places left to explore. Sometimes, Illy couldn't even think of a new place to go.
Her mother, however, was content in her lake, glad to get a new shiny once in a blue moon when somebody dropped something into the water. There were seldom any other seathi to socialize with; Nerina didn't visit often, and her daughter even less. Illy's mother was the only exposure she'd ever gotten to other seathi, really. Aside from Nerina and Melusine, Ilryana had never met another Soquili. The lake was a lonely place for a filly ready to make friends.
But, she thought, at least I have Mom. She could not imagine what her sibling must be going through - it would now be near full grown, just as she was. She wondered if her father had raised it. Such an upbringing could not have been wonderful, she was sure... If her father couldn't commit to raising foals with the help of her mother, how could he commit to raising one by himself? It was a mystery to the young seathi.
Far below, rainbow fins flashed in the sunlight. Great gobs of lakeweed hung from her mother's mouth as her jaw worked to cut the roots and avoid the mud at the ends. With a sigh, Illy began her descent toward the bottom of the lake. Working her tail muscles, she looked around, hoping that the current would not take her by surprise. She had nothing to hold onto, and if the current suddenly became stronger, even a little push would be able to set her back several minutes. The water never shoved her, though, and Ilyrana made her way unassaulted down to where her mother was feverishly working at the lakeweed patch. "Mom," she said, trying to get Ami's attention. Sometimes her mother's harebrained- and preoccupied-ness made it difficult to catch her attention, but today, Illy needed it.
It was time. She loved her mother beyond words, but today was the day that Illy would finally make her journey south to see what the world had to offer. Today she would leave the nest, and her mother wouldn't let her go without a fight.
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