@wayferry / linebeck
While Mipha’s gift for healing was great, there was no cure for the foolhardy.
The ocean had a terrible habit of catching unsuspecting ships within her claws and thrashing them about like a child with a toy, its rage mightier than any toddler’s tantrum. Far below, the zora did not like to lend their aid, for their distaste of outsiders had only grown as the centuries passed. Yet when Mipha saw his lifeless form floating she found that she could not leave him there.
His wounds were easy enough to heal but he had not yet woken, though the storm had long since past. Her people had tales of the humans, stories from long ago when their kingdoms lived side-by-side. He was not quite what she expected but perhaps that was because he was waterlogged.
Mipha waited patiently on the beach, determined that she see this through until he at least woke. Her bright red tail flipped lazily in the shallow tide while she took the chance to admire the fading sun. Seconds passed into minutes before a subtle shift caught her attention; was he waking?
Looking down on him, Mipha smiled wide to see that he was coming to. While she hoped to appear non-threatening to him, those hopes would be dashed when he saw her mouth full of sharp, carnivorous teeth.














