3rd Spring 515
Casimir floated around the coral, tired. His eyes were weary for not sleeping during the night, not a single bell, and now planned to take a little longer in the confines of his watery home. Fish darted around him, silvery streaks chasing the cyan figure that bobbed up and down, trying to find a nice place. The coral twisted towards him invitingly, and the fish darted away under it, a larger shadow passing over them.
He looked up, light cast strangely through the waves. A boat bobbed past, a fishing boat, but as it cast a net, it was too late. The fish were gone. Casimir smiled to himself. He didn't want the people to starve, but the fish were his friends down underwater. He had no other companions - he couldn't have any other companions. Who could survive his wild races through the currents, his long hours studying coral and searching sands for shells? Who would want to join him on his journeys along the coast, simply exploring? And even if they did, could they keep up with his speed?
The answer, to all them, was no one, as far as Casimir knew. He was the only person who took the form of Charoda around Lhavit and for one obvious reason. The mountains weren't a fit home for them. In this form, he would die. Only as an Ethaefal could he survive. At least, at night. At day, he had the fish for company. And they weren't good company.
The fishing boat stayed there, Casimir deciding to ignore his tiredness to float up towards the net. He couldn't leave such a hazard lying out ready to ensnare innocent little fish in its grasp! Grasping out to grab the net, he moved towards the middle, grabbing on of the knots. He fiddled with it, trying to pull it loose somehow. It was tied too tight, too old. There was algae growing off it, which made the hold thing slippery - too hard to untie. Like this anyway.
Trying to ignore the algae, Casimir bared his teeth, three sharp rows of pointed teeth that he never used, not with his diet. He bit into the rope, right at the knot, and tried to tear it apart, ripping at it with his teeth. The cut through, the rope not well made enough to withstand that. Once on part had torn, the rest followed easily, slowly tearing away. He left holes, large holes across the net, breaking it away. There. Now it was useless.
Happy with his work, he drifted back down, finding a part where the weight holding it down had sunk past the coral. He wasn't going to let them take the net back. It would be stuck like that forever. Casimir smiled, reaching his hand out towards the structure growing there. There was a tug of djed, the natural magnetic attraction that joined them. He coaxed the coral up, bringing it around up to the net. It began to grow, spreading, Casimir only directing it around the rope until it held it firmly in place. Smiling, he started to swim away. His work there was done.
Casimir floated around the coral, tired. His eyes were weary for not sleeping during the night, not a single bell, and now planned to take a little longer in the confines of his watery home. Fish darted around him, silvery streaks chasing the cyan figure that bobbed up and down, trying to find a nice place. The coral twisted towards him invitingly, and the fish darted away under it, a larger shadow passing over them.
He looked up, light cast strangely through the waves. A boat bobbed past, a fishing boat, but as it cast a net, it was too late. The fish were gone. Casimir smiled to himself. He didn't want the people to starve, but the fish were his friends down underwater. He had no other companions - he couldn't have any other companions. Who could survive his wild races through the currents, his long hours studying coral and searching sands for shells? Who would want to join him on his journeys along the coast, simply exploring? And even if they did, could they keep up with his speed?
The answer, to all them, was no one, as far as Casimir knew. He was the only person who took the form of Charoda around Lhavit and for one obvious reason. The mountains weren't a fit home for them. In this form, he would die. Only as an Ethaefal could he survive. At least, at night. At day, he had the fish for company. And they weren't good company.
The fishing boat stayed there, Casimir deciding to ignore his tiredness to float up towards the net. He couldn't leave such a hazard lying out ready to ensnare innocent little fish in its grasp! Grasping out to grab the net, he moved towards the middle, grabbing on of the knots. He fiddled with it, trying to pull it loose somehow. It was tied too tight, too old. There was algae growing off it, which made the hold thing slippery - too hard to untie. Like this anyway.
Trying to ignore the algae, Casimir bared his teeth, three sharp rows of pointed teeth that he never used, not with his diet. He bit into the rope, right at the knot, and tried to tear it apart, ripping at it with his teeth. The cut through, the rope not well made enough to withstand that. Once on part had torn, the rest followed easily, slowly tearing away. He left holes, large holes across the net, breaking it away. There. Now it was useless.
Happy with his work, he drifted back down, finding a part where the weight holding it down had sunk past the coral. He wasn't going to let them take the net back. It would be stuck like that forever. Casimir smiled, reaching his hand out towards the structure growing there. There was a tug of djed, the natural magnetic attraction that joined them. He coaxed the coral up, bringing it around up to the net. It began to grow, spreading, Casimir only directing it around the rope until it held it firmly in place. Smiling, he started to swim away. His work there was done.
