video [ un: daughter-sea ]

[seaboard]

[ The woman that appears is a - level expression, a little happy or sad that plays on her features. Level, most especially, as she clears her throat. Her veil tied around her head to tame her curls back, her shift and vest tying herself up neatly.

Peeking out from her veil is her lamp friend, and drifting around her in a circle is a soft finned creature, her Omen. Delicately colored in reds and blues as it swims in the air. ]

I find myself remiss, in how to make an introduction...

... I am Second-Child, Gilia St. Loe, Daughter-Sea, She Who Sings the Ocean to Prosperity, Who Echoes With the Ceaseless Voice.

[ That out of the way. ]

I am new to this place, this... city. I do not have much in the way of the coin, but I am skilled in other forms. I can sew, weave, till a field, clean, cast a line, or a net, gut a fish, help tend animals, both with birthing and killing, cook many types of meals...

But if you have need of anything repaired or cooked... please, if there is something I can do for resources in return, only let me know, and I shall be your glad servant.

Comments

[manipulative]

I wouldn't blame you if you missed your home. It sounds like you have a nice thing going on there.

[ katherine doesn't, hence her happiness to be here. she also has a nice shoe collection that's big than the one she has at home. ]

It's not uncommon to feel that way. A lot of people do.

[seaboard]

I do not. I am a Queen, at war, whether I liked it or not. I miss my people, but it should be a falsehood to say I miss such a life.

[ She swallows down as hard as she can to stop it. ]

It was being taken from the sea that grieves me so. Coming back to this mortal form, when I was something so divine, so holy, as a creature of the sea itself.

[manipulative]

[ it's not the sea she yearns for, but mortality. life hadn't been simple as a mere human girl, but it had felt less unattainable. katherine's learned over the last five hundred years how to try and recapture the essence of what she's lost. ]

Why can't you still be that?

[seaboard]

I do not know how to transform back.

[manipulative]

You don't think you can feel those things as you are?

[seaboard]

I am burdened in this body, these memories.