// t w o rivers flow t h r o u g h it [VIDEO]

[sweethypatia]

[Hypatia frowns, looking almost pained. Again, she appears surrounded by water, but it isn't the fountain. Thank goodness. She's lounging on a beach, and each incoming wave rocks her gently. She doesn't appear very wet at all-- at least not what can be seen of her. There is a dry coating of sand on her breasts and shoulders, and her hair is pulled

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[had_not_lived]

I don't think the ocean belongs to anyone...

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[sweethypatia]

An ocean is nothing without her daughters. Nor are the clouds, rivers, and bustling brooks.

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[had_not_lived]

I'm not sure I understand what you mean.

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[sweethypatia]

Every ocean, every stream-- Every body of water traces back though the ages to the children that keep it. We are what man calls "nymphs."

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[had_not_lived]

Really? Oh-- I'm sorry... I've just never met a nymph before.

It must be difficult being here, then, away from your own waters...

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[sweethypatia]

We've learned to hide ourselves from man.

It is difficult. Here, I am missing a part of myself.

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[had_not_lived]

I understand... what's your name? I'm Neil.

Were you an ocean nymph at home?

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[sweethypatia]

Neil is a very nice name. I am Hypatia.

Ocean nymph? Not at all~ [She coos quietly.] If I were, I might find it odd for the salt to hurt so badly. I am of fresh water.

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[had_not_lived]

It's a pleasure to meet you, really!

From a river? Or a lake, or...?

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[sweethypatia]

A river, soon.