07-30-2020, 11:16 PM
She doubted that the many-tentacled fish woman existed but given all Kemala knew of a hidden world lurking underfoot, the possibility remained. What really wiggled her toes was the possibility of encountering another slippery figure. Their symbol found its way to the light of day, sensing the rouse of Kemala’s thoughts, just as her shirt tipped over the cap of one shoulder. “Snake bay sounds intriguing. Hot springs alone are enough to tempt me toward that direction.” Naga loved the warm, moist caverns buried beneath the island volcanoes. Surely similar flows would attract more of their kind. If not, she would enjoy the stew of steamy waters no less.
“Do you practice yoga? You may join me, if you do.” She had no extra room on the mat, and the rocks were uncomfortable beneath the palms, but the even cadence of Kemala’s voice could soothe any ache. Surely it would make the stony barbs worth the pinch.
“Do you practice yoga? You may join me, if you do.” She had no extra room on the mat, and the rocks were uncomfortable beneath the palms, but the even cadence of Kemala’s voice could soothe any ache. Surely it would make the stony barbs worth the pinch.