Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27950421-20181020012811/@comment-30014014-20181202232135

There is a fish, lonely in the sea. Separated from its peers. Swimming by itself. Sad.

There is a fish, in solitude. Unaware of another being swimming close. Swimming nearby. Swimming straight for it.

There is a fish, cupped in gentle hands. The soft hands, strongly, yet humbly conveying their softness to the lonely fish. Should the fish look to its holder, then he'd see lovely braids floating alongside a wash of azure hair, long and elegant behind the head of a woman. Her lower part is as blue as the water, a mighty fishtail where legs should be. An elongated hat adorning the woman, complimenting a formal staff on her back.

There is a fish, cupped in the hand of a worried bishop, quick to notice a stray fish far from the bank. Her voice is full of concern "Oh deary dear, are youy hurt? Why are you alone? I'll guide you back to your friends, is that alright?"

There is a fish in the sea, no longer mired by solitude, gently carried to the rest by a sworn devotee to an ancient god, who so long ago had declared her allegiance to another...