Cerulean Cape champions of the sun

@Chusi

The veiled chanteuse had been raised among the temperate forests from the south and her blood ran hot; so the way the salt from the spray of the ocean tangled and strung together her pelt vexed her entirely. She spent many hours cliffside, out of reach of the ocean’s grasp which crashed against the rocks below, grooming the salt from her fur and spitting the bitterness back into the sea. Salt water was also a new concept to her and the starlet disliked how the salt pervaded everything about her, from her plushy pelt to her scent to how it brined her food — but there was something about the sea she did like, and that was swimming. Indie liked being free from the bonds that tied her to the earth’s crust; and within the lapping tides that she could experience true freedom, free from the chains of gravity. She felt like a bird would in the sky, flipping and flitting in a truly unfettered fashion.

But despite this love for swimming and illusions of grandeur, Indie had still not made it more than several feet into the water. She had been trying for several months, but still the woman could only immerse herself in the ever-moving waters so deep before she became distressed at how small it made her feel. Indie hated to think of herself a small, but the far reaching oceans dwarfed her in both size and power. If the Siren’s beloved Sea God ever deigned to strip her of her life, she could do so with ease — as if she were a pesky fly, being shooed away with a flick of a wolf’s tail. But ever-objective Indie knew such trepidation would not do [for was not one to stagnant and flounder under her fears], so every day she practiced striding deeper and deeper into the waters and was determined to do so until the sea felt as would a second skin.

That day, Indie strayed from the isolation of the Isles — Indie knew confinement would never suit her and she hoped dearly that her mentor would understand such an absence. At low tide the starlet crossed the sandbar, dragging her feet through the receding waters and enjoying the ripples as they rang out across the waters. When she reached the mainland, Indie immediately cut a right and headed to one of her choice swimming arenas. Here on the cape, the water eddied against the shallow shore and provided the calm milieu needed to facilitate her focus and practice; for swimming, for singing, for sleuthing, for anything. Without hesitation she assumed her position in the placid tidal waters, wading up to her chest and all too quickly reaching her threshold. Quite happy at this depth, the onyx woman shuffled about, splashed her tail against the top of the water and dipped her head underneath, but never dared fully submerge herself — lest the leviathan from the deep capture her in his aqueous grip and drag her to a watery death! Such a death (via ocean) might suit Akantha or Kalika, but for Indie it would simply not do. 

But it seemed there would be no dying that day, and instead the water massaged her muscles and soothed her body, cleansed her and refreshed her, brilliantly complementing the spring season that continued to bloom.