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Like she always did after the harshest of storms that passed over her land by the sea, she went down to the rocky shores of the oceans, to pick up whatever debris she could, and rescue any creatures that had possibly found themselves stuck within it's stoney cove. It never took her long to arrive there either, she lived just above the path that lead from the shore up into the high cliffs above, and she knew the way so well, that all the little stones that normally would obstructed the path, were mere stepping stones, little rocks to grip, or avoid altogether. She could journey down the path with her eyes closed if she wanted, though it was never something she dared to try. While she knew the path better than she knew anything else, a single missed footfall or slip upon the slipper surface of a wet stone could send her plummeting to her death, and Shana had grown quite fond of her life, and valued it more than a tiny bit, and did not at all wish to lose it. Falling to her death in such a manner would be more than a little idiotic as well, and she certainly did not want to go down in the books of history as the idiot Kalon who fell to her death by walking down a steep, tricky path that should not be traversed by anyone who was not vastly experienced, with her eyes tightly shut and stubbornly refusing to open. That was just about the dumbest way to die that she could think of, and Shana had no plans to make that silly though ever come true. At best by doing that she'd injure herself somehow, and that was just as stupid a way to get hurt as it was dying.
Shaking her head to clear her mind of such trivial thoughts, she turned her focus back to making it down the step pathway littered with rocks of all shapes and sizes very much alive. There would be time to contemplate ridiculous ways she could possibly die at a later date; right now she had to focus on the task at hand, weaving through the stone she knew so well and making her way down onto the shore so she could perform her duty and clean up the rocky sands after a storm of tremendous winds, and likely just as tremendous damage. There was something about the sea, and the land surrounding it that had always called to her, always shouted for her to come it's way, something inexplicable that always drew her close, and though she dared not enter the waters in case they pulled her in and she was never seen again, she didn't want the waters and the life it housed and protected and kept alive to suffer because of a bad storm that blew all sorts of unpleasant things onto their beach.
When she finally reached the bottom of the path, and the rocky shore she had been itching step upon, she quickly began her self imposed task, picking her way through the seawater stones. Nothing seemed to be unusual, at least not at first; there was the typical collection of heavy driftwood, smoothed by years of the ocean's rough waves kiss, a few rocks that had broken upon the shore, and a general mass of an assortment of things that had washed up onto the earth, likely breaching the water and touching air for the first time. There were pieces of disgusting looking algae, pebbles that had each and every imperfection smoothed from their surface, pieces of sea glass scattered in places only she knew to look, and then of course, seaweed. Loads, and loads of seaweed- wait, did some of it just move? Oh gods, had some creature washed up on the shores alive? Was she going to be met with an animal she loved dearly dying from the air because it's gills needed the sea? Or some other gruesome sight? Or had she imagined it, her eyes simply playing little tricks? Yes, that had to be it. Nothing had ever washed up still living before, it was nothing, it would be fine. She had to check though, regardless of the horror she could be greeted with.
Along the way of walking toward it, she picked up a stick within her jaws, so she would not have to touch whatever it was with her bare paws, and catch some disease or never be able to rid herself of the smell, or something like that. Her steps were cautious and slow as she crept toward it, and when she finally did reach it and leaned over it to look down at whatever it was, before she had the chance to do something, an earsplitting screech reached her ears, and the thing leapt up from the drying green kelp, jumping up toward her. Shana let out a scream and leapt back, dropping the stick on the creature's tail accidentally as the cry left her lips. Oh god, what was that thing? What was it doing? Did it intend to eat her, or worse? Oh god, oh god. The thing pulled its tail free with ease, shaking itself off, and then leapt forward towards her again, seeming to grin happily as it tried to jump toward her, clearly not doing well outside the water. She tripped and fell as she tried to scramble backward, and it was then that whatever it was, managed to jump onto her, and she had to stifle another scream as she finally caught sight of what it was. It was small, no bigger than her paw, and appeared to be incredibly harmless. It wore a smile, and the seaweed-like appendages protruding from the back of it's form stuck to it's back, it's webbed paws looking painfully dry. Her heart fell. How had she wanted to scream at this poor darling? it needed water, and love, not such a sudden fright. "You need water, don't you?" Shana asked it softly, and it replied with a happy chirp. Carefully, Shana rose to her feet, scoping the creature up and holding it with a paw, making her way to the ocean's edge with her other three free legs. The creature leapt from her paw into the sea and she watched as it seemed to transform almost instantly, it's color rapidly returning, and it's kelp imitations coming up to wave with the sea, fanning out like her hair in a bath. That was where a beautiful friendship began.

The strangest thing happened today, I doubt anyone would believe me without seeing it themself- which they never will as I intent to keep it safe in a secret-, but I met a new creature today, one I have never before seen. I spent hours looking through books, digging through all I could find, but I found nothing. It has to be new, something undiscovered. I wonder if it'll let me be it's friend?
I have been coming to get to know it for days now, and it only seems too become friendlier and friendlier. It makes the most darling little sounds when it sees me as a hello, and it does little tricks in greeting from it's place in the sea. I know it wants me to go and join it, and swim beside it so it can show me it's world, but alas, I cannot. I never learned how to swim, the water's draw just seemed too intoxicating to resist, and I can't care for my new friend if I manage to drown.
It's been a couple weeks now, and I finally know what to call her. Yes, her. It is a her, and I have decided to call her kind the Sea Moon, because last night on the full moon, I observed her doing the strangest thing. She began to glow, and to dance in the light of the moon, seemingly more than just a little entranced by the beautiful sight. She was transfixed, like some deity was puppeteering her from the vast skies above, and the moment the moon was covered by the clouds, she stopped. She instantly returned to her normal self, and swam excitedly to me in a hello. I think she's grown a tiny bit.
I think I'm going to call her Shia.
I don't believe Sea Moons live entirely in the waters, per say, as I've seen her paw prints in the sand, but I personally have never seen her outside of the ocean's shallow water filled shore apart from the day I found her, and I don't dare take her out to see in case the creature needs the sea to survive.
Shaking her head to clear her mind of such trivial thoughts, she turned her focus back to making it down the step pathway littered with rocks of all shapes and sizes very much alive. There would be time to contemplate ridiculous ways she could possibly die at a later date; right now she had to focus on the task at hand, weaving through the stone she knew so well and making her way down onto the shore so she could perform her duty and clean up the rocky sands after a storm of tremendous winds, and likely just as tremendous damage. There was something about the sea, and the land surrounding it that had always called to her, always shouted for her to come it's way, something inexplicable that always drew her close, and though she dared not enter the waters in case they pulled her in and she was never seen again, she didn't want the waters and the life it housed and protected and kept alive to suffer because of a bad storm that blew all sorts of unpleasant things onto their beach.
When she finally reached the bottom of the path, and the rocky shore she had been itching step upon, she quickly began her self imposed task, picking her way through the seawater stones. Nothing seemed to be unusual, at least not at first; there was the typical collection of heavy driftwood, smoothed by years of the ocean's rough waves kiss, a few rocks that had broken upon the shore, and a general mass of an assortment of things that had washed up onto the earth, likely breaching the water and touching air for the first time. There were pieces of disgusting looking algae, pebbles that had each and every imperfection smoothed from their surface, pieces of sea glass scattered in places only she knew to look, and then of course, seaweed. Loads, and loads of seaweed- wait, did some of it just move? Oh gods, had some creature washed up on the shores alive? Was she going to be met with an animal she loved dearly dying from the air because it's gills needed the sea? Or some other gruesome sight? Or had she imagined it, her eyes simply playing little tricks? Yes, that had to be it. Nothing had ever washed up still living before, it was nothing, it would be fine. She had to check though, regardless of the horror she could be greeted with.
Along the way of walking toward it, she picked up a stick within her jaws, so she would not have to touch whatever it was with her bare paws, and catch some disease or never be able to rid herself of the smell, or something like that. Her steps were cautious and slow as she crept toward it, and when she finally did reach it and leaned over it to look down at whatever it was, before she had the chance to do something, an earsplitting screech reached her ears, and the thing leapt up from the drying green kelp, jumping up toward her. Shana let out a scream and leapt back, dropping the stick on the creature's tail accidentally as the cry left her lips. Oh god, what was that thing? What was it doing? Did it intend to eat her, or worse? Oh god, oh god. The thing pulled its tail free with ease, shaking itself off, and then leapt forward towards her again, seeming to grin happily as it tried to jump toward her, clearly not doing well outside the water. She tripped and fell as she tried to scramble backward, and it was then that whatever it was, managed to jump onto her, and she had to stifle another scream as she finally caught sight of what it was. It was small, no bigger than her paw, and appeared to be incredibly harmless. It wore a smile, and the seaweed-like appendages protruding from the back of it's form stuck to it's back, it's webbed paws looking painfully dry. Her heart fell. How had she wanted to scream at this poor darling? it needed water, and love, not such a sudden fright. "You need water, don't you?" Shana asked it softly, and it replied with a happy chirp. Carefully, Shana rose to her feet, scoping the creature up and holding it with a paw, making her way to the ocean's edge with her other three free legs. The creature leapt from her paw into the sea and she watched as it seemed to transform almost instantly, it's color rapidly returning, and it's kelp imitations coming up to wave with the sea, fanning out like her hair in a bath. That was where a beautiful friendship began.

The strangest thing happened today, I doubt anyone would believe me without seeing it themself- which they never will as I intent to keep it safe in a secret-, but I met a new creature today, one I have never before seen. I spent hours looking through books, digging through all I could find, but I found nothing. It has to be new, something undiscovered. I wonder if it'll let me be it's friend?
I have been coming to get to know it for days now, and it only seems too become friendlier and friendlier. It makes the most darling little sounds when it sees me as a hello, and it does little tricks in greeting from it's place in the sea. I know it wants me to go and join it, and swim beside it so it can show me it's world, but alas, I cannot. I never learned how to swim, the water's draw just seemed too intoxicating to resist, and I can't care for my new friend if I manage to drown.
It's been a couple weeks now, and I finally know what to call her. Yes, her. It is a her, and I have decided to call her kind the Sea Moon, because last night on the full moon, I observed her doing the strangest thing. She began to glow, and to dance in the light of the moon, seemingly more than just a little entranced by the beautiful sight. She was transfixed, like some deity was puppeteering her from the vast skies above, and the moment the moon was covered by the clouds, she stopped. She instantly returned to her normal self, and swam excitedly to me in a hello. I think she's grown a tiny bit.
I think I'm going to call her Shia.
I don't believe Sea Moons live entirely in the waters, per say, as I've seen her paw prints in the sand, but I personally have never seen her outside of the ocean's shallow water filled shore apart from the day I found her, and I don't dare take her out to see in case the creature needs the sea to survive.