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 Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 9:03 pm
This is a private roleplay between Celestine Vivianite "Celestianite" and Sora (Mahogany Sunset).  
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 9:26 pm
 Celestianite dug her hooves into the sand in a small, sheltered cove, where the water lapped against the shore instead of pounding against it. She had had this spot staked out for a week: it had looked like an excellent place to practice her singing, with just the right acoustics. The way the rock wall at the back of the cove curved promised good echoes so she could actually hear herself for once, rather than depending completely on her own judgment. Of course, it might also mean some cool sound effects - she had always wondered what singing above water would sound like, and this was her first chance to try it out.
It had been a few weeks since she had been above the surface; her coming of age ceremony and the adventures that had followed with her sister and her best friends had taken over her time for the last few weeks. Now, though, she could dedicate herself once more to practicing her singing. While her mother sang habitually, narrating her every move and humming when she did not give song to her thoughts, Celestianite's music was much more deliberate. Her songs were built from the ground up, sometimes a tune first, sometimes with lyrics first, but either way, they were purposefully built. She knew that words had meaning, and she knew the kind of meaning that she wanted her words to have: good, pure meanings. The songs of her people were sea shanties and pirate songs, randy and fun. Her songs, on the other hand, were careful, complex, and each one was crafted with her heart.
Before she could work on singing her own songs, though, she had to practice - she had to warm up. That was the one thing that her mother had impressed upon her: practice perpetually, and be careful of your voice. It was just like any other muscle, and it needed to be warmed up before serious exercise to avoid the risk of a strain.
The first thing she did to warm up was hum; sitting there with her hooves dug into the sand to stop herself from floating away, humming was easy enough. She stared at the rock wall before her as she ran through the notes, probing it gently with her eyes, looking for caves. If there was a cave there big enough to hold something that could eat her, she might have to pick a different spot... Her voice would attract a dweller soon enough. Sure enough, there was a large cave off to one side... But with her nixie tail, she could get away quickly enough if the need presented itself. It just depended on whether or not the inhabitant (if there was one) was friendly. "AaaaaAaaaaaAaaaah~" she sang, opening her mouth and singing softly down through an octave. Be empty, she thought at the cave. Be empty, or at least be friendly.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 9:47 pm
 Sora was sleeping in the cave again. It was just on the other side of his family's beach, in the tiny little cove that stood on the other side of the bluff. Once again, though, he had succumbed to a game of truth or dare, and once again, he had foolishly picked dare. Why did he always fall for it? Playing truth or dare with his sister was so far from a good idea that it wasn't even on the same coastline. The remembrance of that fact slipped into the dream he was having, and he twitched irritably in his sleep at the memory. I dare you to stay in the cove for a whole tide, her voice said, and she had grinned maniacally at him, her white teeth gleaming wickedly from under her pale blue lips. His sister had a sense of humor unlike his own, and sometimes it went to far, but even so, he had played along. And so there he was, asleep in the dark cave she had showed him the first time they'd gone around the bluff. It was one of Del's favorite spots to get some peace and quiet, or so she claimed - the only time he could imagine her wanting peace and quiet was when she was angry, and when she was angry, she enjoyed nothing better than grouching at her brothers. So, when it came down to it, he supposed that he could not actually imagine her wanting peace and quiet ever.
A distant little voice entered his dream, sweet and soft and low, and Sora sighed in his sleep. He dreamed of sirens calling him down to the water with their voices, beckoning to him with long tail fins like Del's. His brow furrowed. "Come and meet me," sang one, but it was strange, for her voice was distant and distorted. "I am outside. I am outside." The words faded to a whisper, and Sora's eyes opened, confused. I am outside? It was then that he noticed the voice that had sung to him in his dreams had continued even into his waking, and it was close - just outside the mouth of the cave.
Blinking as he sat up, Sora looked out into the daylight brightness outside. Good, at least he had not overslept the tide, or so he hoped - he could have slept through the night to the next day, for all he knew. His stomach, however, said that was not the case; he was still full from his morning meal. It could not even be noon yet.
Stretching his limbs gingerly (and oh, were they stiff), Sora heaved himself to his feet, trying to be as quiet as possible. He did not want to disturb whoever was out there, for her voice was like a light out of the heavens, sweet and high. If she was a siren, though, he knew he was already lost: her voice would have lured souls much stronger than his. Taking a few steps toward the mouth of the cave, Sora looked around, his ears flicking under the warmth of the sun and his eyes squinting as he tried to find the source of the voice. He found no one on the beach outside the cave, and so he looked to the water - he knew of the kelpi and the mer soquili who lived in the depths. Perhaps one had come to shore? But no, what he did see was neither, and the sight of her made him blink hard in astonishment.
At the water's edge was a tiny mare, no bigger than a fox, and from her mouth flowed a song that did not stop, even when their eyes met. Well, this will be something to tell Del about, he thought as he took a tentative step from the cave, praying he wouldn't scare her off.
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