New experiences and strange worlds: Colorful Water

This land is strange, the people do strange things, say strange things, this world is strange. And yet weirdly comforting, Aza had never seen water so pretty before. Then again maybe a life within a large polution filled city had something to do with that.

When he heard about the rainbow swamps he assumed it was an exageration, a trick of the light or even magic. Maybe it is magic, maybe not, it doesn't really matter. He sits at the edge of the water and just, thinks. He thinks about nothing in particular, there is nothing to really, think about here. Just a new experience and a new sight that in his mind, is the brightest most colorful thing he's witnessed since his mothers smile had faded from memory.

 

His sister would hate it here he thinks, not because she wouldn't like the scenery but because she'd be upset about not being able to swim. He thinks she would like to swim here if she knew how, thinking about it honestly just has the faint memory of childhood attatched to it he supposes. Because don't we all dream of waters made of rainbows in our lives at some point in our youth despite knowing that it's likely never something we could really see.

 

Aza thinks that if his sister would let him back into her heart he'd take her here, and they could watch the ripples in the rainbow swamps together like they watched the leaves gently blow in the wind when they where children. Lyra would like that he thinks, being here with him that is. Not being in the rainbow swamps alone, she can't swim, she'd hate it alone, she'd hate it if there were no one besides her to sit on the dry land with her and just watch the water. But she would like company here, a friend. He's sure they'd both enjoy it here more if they were together.