Arts & Crafts 14k Gold Black Opal Foliate Ring

Arts & Crafts 14k Gold Black Opal Foliate Ring

from cineseizure ig: hon dansade en sommar - she danced for a summer (arne mattsson, 1951)

Dolasach considered the blue flame but eventually shook her head.

"It's... prettier like that, but I think I just need to get used to seeing your flame and reminding myself it'll be fine. You don't need to change it's color for me."

And while she didn't say it specifically, she preferred that she kept its original color out of both her own preference and Eolchaire's--she loved the color of the Sea God's flame.

As they neared the landmark stone, a strange lightheadedness began to affect Dolasach, but she did her best to hide it, the only evidence of anything bothering her being the furrow to her brows. It somehow felt different from all the others times she'd gotten lightheaded, with her surrounding glowing subtly brighter and blurrier. It lasted until they were right at the spot they needed to be then it was gone as quickly as it came.

She blinked the remnants of it away and focused on Rafayel, who by then seemed to have asked her something she'd completely missed. It wasn't too hard to guess what he might've asked with the way he help his hand out to her as he still in the water.

(Admittedly, she might've guessed slightly wrong, thinking only that he wanted to wade in the water with her.)

So she hesitantly took his hand. At first her grip was weak, but she steeled herself and held it firmer.

"Let's--let's go."

₊❏❜ ⋮ i'll chase you to the ends of the earth. ⚬𓂂

@dolasach

He is used to it; however, that didn't mean he accepted it.

Rafayel sighed as he let his head rest against his palm, the same thing being drilled into his mind by the endless sea of words spewing the history of Lemuria and the world on the surface repeated like a broken record from the elders. He seemed to be falling asleep and was immediately scolded for not paying attention.

Evidently, something came up that had the elders leave the vicinity for the time being and this served as an opportunity for Rafayel to escape. He had attempted in doing so a few times, but he was sure that this time he would be able to be successful. 

A blue fish swam around him and held his hand out, allowing the fish to swim over his palm. 

"Shall we head to the surface? It's a little boring right now and I'm tired of hearing the elders saying the same thing over and over again." 

The fish continued swimming over his palm before seemingly directing him toward an opening to which he was able to squeeze through. It was then he realized that he was out of the city walls of Whalefall City and was able to swim to the surface.

He thanked the fish before it disappeared back through the city walls and Rafayel didn't have to think twice as he turned away from Whalefall City to swim up to the surface; however, before he allowed himself to fully come out, he swam slowly as the damn words from the elders rang in his head. 

"The world on the surface is dangerous, even if those people worship our Sea God, there is a chance that someone will try to capture him."

"As the previous Lemurians have..." 

"Rafayel, you must never venture out to the surface world. Your people are here, that is all that should concern you." 

And the annoying part of all. "The Sea God will one day meet the Goddess of the Forest, and when that day comes, should he fall in love with her, it will be the beginning of the downfall of Lemuria."

Rafayel always thought it to be those stories to be something a parent would tell to their child to make them listen. And besides, Rafayel had always been, not only a rebellious soul, but one of sheer curiosity. 

Once he peeked out from the water, he spotted a woman by the shore. And he had seen a few other humans before, but something about her was different and he couldn't help but to swim towards the shore, closer to her. Who could she be? For some reason... he needed to know and while he doesn't know why he needs to, he simply just has to try; in a way, it felt as though there were residual feelings, feelings that weren't from him and that in itself baffled him.

So without thinking, his mouth opened to speak.

"Who might you be? You don't seem... human to me, although you do appear to be." He tilted his head briefly before letting out a laugh. "Ah, apologies. This is bold of me, I will admit."

Detail – Mother of Pearl Box by Gregory Schultz Via Flickr: Korean Box 1550 – 1650 laquered wood with inlaid mother of pearl Taken at the Asian Museum of Art, San Francisco