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She sits back at the moonpool, her feet again in the water. It feels refreshing, yet... more.. Like it ripples more than it should around her skin.

She thinks to herself, of the crew and their support. "They mean well, I suppose. But Slatan and Jogen... They are...." She shakes her head in frustration. If she's gonna get a handle on things she's gonna have to figure things out one a time; starting with herself.

She hears the song in the water, so she closes her eyes, breathing deeply, and begins to sing in accompaniment. As she sings, she feels the water's song respond and heighten, and hears the sound of gurgling water as well.

When she opens get eyes, she gasps. A mass of water pulls up through the moonpool, connected to the rest of the ocean, yet... Almost like a tentacle of water. As she observes it, listening to the song, she finds that she can alter the song and have the water follow her, thus controlling it's shape. With focus, she continues pulling out water, and realizes she can solidify it, still looking and distorting light like water, yet with the stiffness and slickness of ice. She does notice that it is taxing, though, and a few seconds after she stops singing, the water collapses as if suddenly grasped by gravity again, splashing the entire room and her besides.

She smiles at this. She feels that something that was missing finally clicks into place.

She again closes her eyes, calling this time upon the song within her, and as she mutters the voice of water, moving her hands in slow, languid, yet fluid motions, water behind to materialize between her hands, as if poured out of a bottle without body. She laughs, and exerts her will. A few gallons of water simply snap into existence before her, again splashing the floor and her as well. As practice she gathers all the water and humidity from the room with her voice, drying the room and letting the resulting sphere dip back to the ocean.

That's when she notices her hands, their color now a light gray with a bluish tint. She marvels, yet is a tad scared. In her fear she tries to remember what her hands looked like, and watches in fascination as they change color back to their original hue, with the tan of an island dweller.

She sits, her feet again in the water. And, in a whim, she jumps in.

As soon as her entire body is submerged, it's like a new feeling blossoms within her. She moves fluidly, easily keeping up with the boat. It's almost a combination of her swimming and of the water bearing her as she wills it, pushing her along.

Yet she's so focused in exploring this newfound movement and marveling at it that she doesn't realize she's running out of air. By the time she realizes she's too far from the surface. She tries to swim up, yet it's too far. Her body's reflex is to take in water, flooding her lungs.

Yet she doesn't drown. She finds that she can breathe water. When she realizes, she sees her skin, all of it, changes to the same bluish gray her hands had changed before. But this time she accepts this new side of her, laughing, dancing with the water, in the water, as she moves back to the moonpool.

Trying to imitate Jogen's leaps out of the water, she gathers speed, but when she breaks the surface her foot catches on the edge, making her topple forward and breaking her nose on the floor of the moonpool room. Her howl of pain is muffled by the walls, though.

She laughs. That's what she gets for trying to imitate Jogen...

She lays there, nose bleeding, pensive. "Jogen and Slatan. What they did was unconscionable. And in Gil's case he did what he felt he was owed, but only out of flaring emotions. Jogen, though... He willingly and deliberately inflicted torture upon the Don. And true, this was someone who got us into trouble the first time. But to be able to do that, to inflict pain without flinching, with those eyes..." She wasn't sure she could trust him again. Not knowing what he's capable of.
The Sea's Song
A small piece, along with Moonpool, regarding my character Leyria Hinoarashi, an Undine Watersinger. 
She sits, her legs in the water. This moonpool was commissioned in order to allow Jogen to enter and exit the boat in a simpler fashion, yet she had spent more time here than she'd seen him.

Which was just as well; she wasn't sure what to think of him anymore.

First, it was like she brought death back to her hometown. Not days after she arrived, her grandfather passed away. She was barely able to mourn when her escapades seemed to catch up to her, the Marines looking for her life.

She thought she was doing the right thing, showing these men what cruelty and suffering their higher-ups perpetuated, yet all it caused was the immediate death of some, and a swath sentence for the rest when we finally get caught.

Since then she can hear a faint voice in the waves, almost like the vibrations of the water resonating within her body... She feels drawn; hence, her feet within the water. It's almost like it's trying to tell her something...

She feels that what happened that day against the mob boss has something to do with the voice in the water. That man landed right in front of her, yet all she can remember is matching the water's song, pushing it away. She felt water enveloping her, as if the humidity in the air suddenly coalesced. When she next opens her eyes, he's not there anymore, the sound of his meeting the waves clear in her ears.

And for a moment she was elated. A bit worried, but excited. Thinking on this voice, on the brink of understanding what it said... And suddenly, her crewmates taking grievous wounds because of her apparent distractedness. Sun practically gutted. She could tell he will have problems eating from now on. And Montoya.... his hand.... In her mind, this was all due to her incompetence.

She can't remember well what happened then; she jumped to the other ship, got Montoya out, Sun followed... But Jogen... Jogen was nowhere to be found. She was worried, but his domain was the water. He wasn't gonna drown. He'd be fine. Yet as she started to walk away, she'd look back at the boat, expecting, hoping, willing him to come out and show that everything was ok.

When he showed up he was carrying the mob boss, and after tying Sea Stone to him so he wouldn't use his powers, he took him below, locking himself in one of the smaller cargo holds of the ship. He was uncharacteristically rough. She knows how he feels about slavery, and their very first beat-up was because of that guy... but still. This seemed way past that.

She tried to look to the others, but their wounds were too far gone... They would live, but not as they had until now.She had done what she could. Which was obviously not enough.

After taking stock of the ship's state, a rough shrill scream rattled the ship. She quickly ran to it's source, running into a small cargo hold. It was locked and barricaded. Cain tried to force the door, but suddenly it opened. Jogen, covered in blood, his face impassive, yet a fury simmering behind his eyes.

She tried to understand, but couldn't. The necessary lack of empathy required to effect such wounds uno another... It was... Jogen was not the person she thought he was.


She was not meant to be a pirate; that much was obvious to her now. She has brought nothing but permanent harm to those around her. Yet, how to escape the literal box she had backed herself into?

She stared at the moonpool, trying to will the answers out of the sea's song...


Ashtear Hinoarashi
Artist | Photography
Puerto Rico
Current Residence: Trujillo Alto, PR
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Large
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Jazz
Operating System: Windoze XP (not by choice)
MP3 player of choice: HTC Dream (G1)
Favourite cartoon character: Urahara Kisuke!!!!!
Personal Quote: "With all the pain that now constricts my heart into nothing."
  • Mood: Insecure
  • Listening to: Yours to Hold - Skillet
  • Reading:
  • Watching: Scott Pilgrim
  • Playing: Muramasa: Demon Blade
  • Eating: Bacon
  • Drinking: Lemon Juice
Hey. Trying to get back to writing, but my programming, work, and college are getting in the way.

Still, gonna try and write another on the Enchanter series I just started. *shrugs*
Hope you guys like it.

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Awesome literary work!
Have a nice day! :)
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