Oct 02 2022, 02:16 PM
The sand of Lacerta's beachfront is a place rarely disturbed these days; save for the occasional wandering pugna, or those skimmers that collectively wheel about on the warmer currents above. In this case, there is nothing around but the sand, the surf, and the shine of something violently green slowly being unearthed by the pulse of the waves. Settled there where it has been growing for some months, split down the middle after one too many large waves, is the greenstone of a chrysalis.
The body inside writhes and wakes, and discovers quickly that its solarium prison is not something of beauty, but of pain. It curls in towards itself and then releases the tension of its rubbery body, striking the shell from inside with the leading edge of a spinal growth - unaware that this is a fin, or that the fin in question is filigree'd with the same gem material.
The strike is all that is required to finish the breaking process. As the tide pulls away at the chrysalis one large segment cleaves free and drifts. Water rushes in and the pressure of this moment scoops the newborn gembound out of its captivity and in to the waiting sea of Fornax. Within minutes the creature unfurls thin fin-arms and has adjusted to the weightless feeling of the water.
Overhead the waves churn. Beneath the surface the shark feels an intimate sort of safety, coasting on a current.
The body inside writhes and wakes, and discovers quickly that its solarium prison is not something of beauty, but of pain. It curls in towards itself and then releases the tension of its rubbery body, striking the shell from inside with the leading edge of a spinal growth - unaware that this is a fin, or that the fin in question is filigree'd with the same gem material.
The strike is all that is required to finish the breaking process. As the tide pulls away at the chrysalis one large segment cleaves free and drifts. Water rushes in and the pressure of this moment scoops the newborn gembound out of its captivity and in to the waiting sea of Fornax. Within minutes the creature unfurls thin fin-arms and has adjusted to the weightless feeling of the water.
Overhead the waves churn. Beneath the surface the shark feels an intimate sort of safety, coasting on a current.