Firefly Fish: Ch 20

The cave floor held forty or fifty circles of lines and waves. As I etched the last pattern Saeesar held in his hand, my eyelids kept closing on me. “Are you alright, Marin Goranich? You are wobbling.” Pursha reached for my stick as it floated to the floor of the cave. “I’m alright, just tired….

Firefly Fish: Ch 19

“Saeesar, Keris never had plans of letting you go.” Pursha blocked our way from the cave, coming down to our level such that her massive eyes wouldn’t leave my sight. “How does he plan on retaining my services?” Saeesar hedged, sheilding me from Pursha at this announcement. “A keeper charm. He had a member of…

Firefly Fish: Ch 18

The nesting grounds caught me by surprise as we exited from the current. It spat us out into a shallower area where the light could penetrate to the seafloor. Coral arches and swaths of reef unfolded in brilliant colours beneath the oscillating sparkles. “Welcome to Keris’s territory.” Saeesar took me for an overview above the…

Firefly Fish: Ch 17

“What can I do when I get there? Is there a way to undo a mark?” I asked as water rushed past me. Holding onto his back fin, I could not be improving Saeesar’s aerodynamics, but it was easier to hold on this way and freed up his arms for propulsion. “I don’t know. I…

Firefly Fish: Ch 13

“I heard Siren Voice so far out, I had to come investigate, Bet-tah,” Leviathan chuckled to itself. “And here I find you hiding a Kraken child. Who’s do you have? Cuttle? Lineolata, Mestus? Typica’s, mayhaps?”      Saeesar swallowed, his chest rising beneath my fingers as I concentrated on trying to pull water in and out….

Firefly Fish: Ch 12

“The problem remains, though, even in accepting your dowry, that I don’t speak Antumnos, and I can’t use my gills. What is there for us if I have an aversion to the water?” I motioned to the horizon behind Saeesar.   He pulled up a shoulder and twisted his head at the question. “I am not…

Firefly Fish: Ch 10

I woke where I had been left. The shore trees, backlit, cast long afternoon shadows. The water had receded to my feet, leaving me covered in mud and leaves. “Marin Goranich?” A soft tenor called to me from the water. No. I curled into myself at the octave. No. It meant the water. That note…