Totoka River 그 안에 숨겨진 비밀을 알게된 것 같아

“Siren, then.”

It took her breath away.

Across the inky ingénue’s delicate features danced a kaleidoscopic array of emotion, beginning with a joy whose fullness could not be contained in a simple smile. It put stardust in her oceanic eyes and sank into the marrow of her bones; she stretched her legs and arched her spine deliciously, flexing each toe as her feathered tail arched high above her back. Her limpid eyes glowed with the brightness of the bioluminescent plankton that sometimes danced along the crests of waves or lingered at the shoreline. She was happy — so happy! — that he had given her a name at all; but to have given her such a beautiful one…oh, her heart swelled and fluttered as shy wonderment crept unseen into her cheeks. Tipping her head back, she “howled” — a prolonged and undulating whisper scarcely louder than the ripples that fled at the touch of the tradewinds.

She fought the sorrow that lay in coiled readiness — the knowledge that she would never sing as the true sirens did — and set against its encroaching darkness the rushlight of trust he — Marbas — had placed in her. His name, she thought, ought to be an easy one to learn — and her virginal lips clumsily shaped the weight of its syllables. Hello, Marbas, she thought, looking up at the wolf with eyes that had gone slightly dewy with emotion. She found she could not stop the propulsion of her limbs as she skirted around the mossy rock that had been her pillow, and just barely checked herself before she invaded his personal space and rubbed against him like a cat, settling instead to lay parallel to him in the water without entangling her body or fur with his. The nearness of his company was enough, although she ventured to stretch out one catlike paw as she whined a toneless note of gratitude. Her tufted ears fanned attentively forward upon her skull as her tail whipped under the surface like a wild thing, proclaiming her bashful, elated acceptance of the name.