Mirrored Reflections [PRP]

[divena]

Zulimar floated lazily in the waters, letting the tide take her as it wished. A storm was brewing... or maybe that was just her imagination. She wasn't really sure, neither did she care. Things had been peaceful and quiet. Dull.

With a sigh, she gave a twist with her tail and headed toward the shore, where interesting things occasionally happened. There was an outcropping of stones that she could pull herself onto. It was a pleasant place to sun herself, or watch for anything not boring.  

[sunchaser9000]

Candramus sat on the rocks, watching the waves and the light reflected off of them. The clouds were a dark blue gray, the kind that forewarned a storm, but the sun was still shining, making the green on the trees pop more than usual. He was lost in the world, the way the light changed the colors. There was a magic about it...something that he could never quite reflect in his paintings.  

[divena]

She popped up in the water and frowned at the odd pony on her rocks. What was he doing there? Didn't he know that was where she sat? She maintained her calm and attempted to stay polite, however.

"Excuse me? Are you going to be long?"


 

[sunchaser9000]

"Perhaps. Why?"  

[divena]

"I was going to sit there and watch the storm." Now that she knew there was going to be a storm.  

[sunchaser9000]

"You could always join me. I intend on watching this storm as well." He smiled tentatively, unsure of the situation.  

[divena]

She considered that a moment before nodding. "It'll be a tight fit, but alright," she agreed before pulling herself up beside him. "I'm Zulimar."  

[sunchaser9000]

Candramus's eyes followed her torso to the tip of her tail, "Candramus, the reflecting vessel of the creators."  

[divena]

"That's an awfully long name," she mused, leaving the tip of her tail to splash in the water. "Can I call you Candramus?"  

[sunchaser9000]

"Candramus is appropriate. The rest after it is my title, not my name. And your name? Zulimar? Does it have a title that follows?"  

[divena]

"Mm, no," she shook her head, water droplets falling from her damp mane. "Just Zulimar. I'm not important or special enough for a title. What does yours mean?'  

[sunchaser9000]

"It means that I am the keeper of the reflected and of things on a darker, more night-like level. My family and I serve the creators in many ways."  

[divena]

"Creators?" she coaxed, finding his vague answer unhelpful and oddly interesting.  

[sunchaser9000]

"The creators who gave life to the lands we venture upon now. Do you not believe there is a higher power?"  

[divena]

"Perhaps," she considered the question. "I never really put much thought in it. I'm here now, how I came to be here is of little concern."