Kamilla had forgotten how warm the waters of Syka were, in her Konti form she could only describe it as feeling like a warm embrace from a home sorely missed. Her heart beat with excitement as she swam toward Treasure Point and her home just beyond, after two years away she couldn’t bear to wait any longer. That had been the reason she’d snuck out of James’ cabin on the Veronica and slipped into the ocean before it docked. The sting in her thigh from her bandaged but still very much healing stab wound, self inflicted, was a fair price to pay for her impatience.
Her smooth partially scaled skin and slightly webbed hands and feet carried her through the water with relative ease. Of course, she wasn’t in the healthiest state of being, having lost too much weight during her time in the wilderness for the majority of the past two years. This state of malnutrition certainly made the swim a lot more difficult than it should have been, in her estimates, almost double the time it would usually take, but she figured that the Veronica would only actually be docking about now, so she’d still saved a lot of time.
Finally arriving at the beach that was part of her land claim, the Konti spared a brief glance around, taking a deep breath of the tropical air, the scent of home. Of course she was still anxious about what she’d find, would her home be occupied by another? James hadn’t mentioned anything about a new tenant. She certainly hoped there wasn’t… more than that… she was anxious about the state she would find Yen and Roo in… if it all. Her heart knotted for a tick at the possibility of losing them, her new family.
A big sigh, ”What am I waiting for…” she said out load as the waves continued to splash at her waist. She willed herself to take a step forward, followed by another and another, purple eyes locked on the hollowed out entrance to her cave home.
After two years away, Kamilla had to avoid that she could not pick up on a single difference, possibly a good sign. Or perhaps it had just been so long that her memory lacked the details required to make a comparison, which seemed far more likely.
Regardless of what she would find, or, god’s forbid… not find. Kamilla was moving with purpose, her naked and wet body marching with a renewed sense of purpose, several dashes of anxiety and a desperate need for some food too… she was starving, chronically so.
A few steps away from the entrance she felt a rush of blood to her head, her perceptions suddenly becoming weightless and vision blackening around the edges, and then completely, as she fell to her knees in the warm sand, taking numerous, very deep, intentional breaths until the unpleasant sensation began to slowly recede. It took her two chimes in that position to recover from what she’d come to recognise as the consequences of her overgiving a few days prior. The surprise hits of vertigo had no observablefrequency or triggers, coming and going as it pleased… but it was an acceptable consequence for not being left alone in the open sea with no inkling of where she was or where she should go.
”Alright, let’s try this again.” she said, pushing herself back to her feet with far more effort than it should have taken someone of her age and build.
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Her smooth partially scaled skin and slightly webbed hands and feet carried her through the water with relative ease. Of course, she wasn’t in the healthiest state of being, having lost too much weight during her time in the wilderness for the majority of the past two years. This state of malnutrition certainly made the swim a lot more difficult than it should have been, in her estimates, almost double the time it would usually take, but she figured that the Veronica would only actually be docking about now, so she’d still saved a lot of time.
Finally arriving at the beach that was part of her land claim, the Konti spared a brief glance around, taking a deep breath of the tropical air, the scent of home. Of course she was still anxious about what she’d find, would her home be occupied by another? James hadn’t mentioned anything about a new tenant. She certainly hoped there wasn’t… more than that… she was anxious about the state she would find Yen and Roo in… if it all. Her heart knotted for a tick at the possibility of losing them, her new family.
A big sigh, ”What am I waiting for…” she said out load as the waves continued to splash at her waist. She willed herself to take a step forward, followed by another and another, purple eyes locked on the hollowed out entrance to her cave home.
After two years away, Kamilla had to avoid that she could not pick up on a single difference, possibly a good sign. Or perhaps it had just been so long that her memory lacked the details required to make a comparison, which seemed far more likely.
Regardless of what she would find, or, god’s forbid… not find. Kamilla was moving with purpose, her naked and wet body marching with a renewed sense of purpose, several dashes of anxiety and a desperate need for some food too… she was starving, chronically so.
A few steps away from the entrance she felt a rush of blood to her head, her perceptions suddenly becoming weightless and vision blackening around the edges, and then completely, as she fell to her knees in the warm sand, taking numerous, very deep, intentional breaths until the unpleasant sensation began to slowly recede. It took her two chimes in that position to recover from what she’d come to recognise as the consequences of her overgiving a few days prior. The surprise hits of vertigo had no observablefrequency or triggers, coming and going as it pleased… but it was an acceptable consequence for not being left alone in the open sea with no inkling of where she was or where she should go.
”Alright, let’s try this again.” she said, pushing herself back to her feet with far more effort than it should have taken someone of her age and build.
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