16 - My narrative is always about some dude

[heavenlymisandrist]

[ Open Spam ]

[ A century of ice in Narnia has not been kind to the water elementals of the land. Undines are, generally speaking, family, and Ceres has lost too many sisters to thick layers of ice covering ponds. River dwelling undines are luckier, as running water is rarely stopped by even the bitterest of winters. This one has been difficult on everyone, she knows, but she can't help but be a little extra bitter towards the White Witch.

None the less, Ceres remains unaffiliated. She is rather shy of others, and keeps mostly to herself. There's good reason for this, as any undine who falls in love with a land-walker becomes themselves a mortal land-walker. She keeps to the main rivers for the most part, but does occassionally venture into smaller streams. She never goes so far as the ocean, though. She doesn't like the taste of salt water, and she is at heart a rural creature.

She is far more willing to talk with Aslan's army than the queen's cruel agents, but can easiest be coaxed from the safety of the river bottom with food. The waters are sparse of life after one hundred years of winter. ]

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[heavenlymisandrist]

[ Ceres makes a face as she bites into the bitter, under-ripe berry. It has the sour taste of fruit frozen on the branch before it was ready. She wanders up to the source of the sad little windfall and is almost immediately hit by the piercing cold of melting frost.

All questions are answered when she spots the girl. That will be the source of the berries, leaves, and frost. She watches at first, just waiting to see what the spirit will do. ]

[persecutioncomplex]

[She shakes off more needles, lifting her arm out of the water only to see rivulets dry in mid-air, a blunt spike jutting from a branch. She isn't going to explain herself to Undine, or to anyone and she certainly isn't going to cry at this parody of leaves.] It's not working.

[starofdarkness]

[ Ceres frowns at the icicles as they form. It isn't cold enough - she should know, being a water spirit. Finally she lifts herself from the water to address the creature, ribbons of clothing forming from the water itself. ]

What has happened to you?

in which hilda lives in a florida swamp and doesn't understand cold physics l-lol

[persecutioncomplex]

[It's the air, or some type of magic, but in either case the juniper knows how wrong it is to see this, and the undine must be as disturbed by it as she is.] It might be making up for what I've lost.

adfjkhkdf I didn't realize! That's like north pole cold there

[heavenlymisandrist]

What you've lost? [ She glances at the little leaves floating down the river in small clumps. ] But it's ice.

aw shit now i know

[persecutioncomplex]

[The ice grows in the same spots as her missing leaves, almost to give her new white needles among the green. She trudges through the water to the undine, a hopeful fish or two in a trail behind her.]

There's magic still in both of us, I think.

[heavenlymisandrist]

[ Ceres is vaguely horrified, worried that the ice magic will freeze even her fast moving river water. She cringes, keeping an eye on the surface where it touches the tree woman. ]

I have never see. Magic like this. Not since the start of winter.

[persecutioncomplex]

Something new then? Part of our defeat?

[She snaps off one of the icicles with a sharp cry, delayed only a moment as the last sensation she expected comes to her.]

It's likely.

[heavenlymisandrist]

[ A shudder runs through the Undine's body. The power of ice is terrifying to her, and she's well aware that the only reason she has a home is because the river runs as quickly as it does. ]

Is... is it spreading?

[persecutioncomplex]

I don't know! I thought he was going to end this, no one made any predictions beyond this!

[heavenlymisandrist]

[ She's still worried, but she doesn't back any further from the girl. ]

Perhaps this is a good time for me to meet my ocean sisters.