Snippet #1570819

Trysil
Something in the waves changed...Trysil opened a blue eye, suddenly aware of the layer of silt he's covered in. What had woken him? How long had he been gone from the world of mortals, per say? He rises, causing the silt to fall around him as he does so. Muscles twisting and turning, he takes his hydra form and slices through the water, heading for the surface. The lights of a city that wasn't there the last time he remembers coming to this area catches his attention. Good as place any he thinks, taking his human form in the shallows of the beach, looking for a way into the city.
Taya
Cursing like a sailor, Taya made her way to her home at the outskirts of the city. Though she had grown up on the sea, indeed surviving many storms that many male sailors flinch, she could not find work, and she's running low on coin. Her pleated skirts swish around her boots as she makes her way through the city she had taken to calling home. If asked, Taya would have laughed and called the inquirer insane if asked if she thought gods got involved with the lives of mere mortals. At this moment though, she praying to any of the gods that are willing to listen, pausing to lean against a crumbling brick wall. Her hands finds the scallop shell that resides around her neck, a rememberence of her parents.