The night, like a sea of black ink, churned with white foam waves.
'Dark Tide' tribe's 'Vicky' held a pale-blue, icy twin blade, tail-fin lightly swishing, followed her companions from the mouth of the sea counter to the current; quietly swimming at the river bottom.
The pure moonlight swaying on the water's surface above her head, scattered like a sheet of brilliant and dazzling pearls, and when gathered, it resembled a writhing silver serpent. Vicky gazed upward at the moonlight slightly entranced, somehow, that beautiful silver snake dancing on the water's surface seemed to morph into her reflection.
