Vilma
Greetings to everyone, the following story was inspired by the digital art of @xpilar, I invite you to visit his blog. The picture that motivated this story is the following.
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Vilma
Vilma felt the intense need to enter the water, as a native of Triton, it was her natural environment. After spending almost six months in a space station, where the closest thing to the ocean of her native world was the artificial lake in the forest sector, where she could not even swim, supposedly to prevent accidents; although she explained several times to the park rangers that she could not drown, except in a puddle like that, the very stubborn did not allow her only to get her feet wet on the shore.
As the ship descended into the harbor space in the middle of the ocean, she felt an almost irrepressible desire to jump into the water, but she could not, she still had to travel almost three thousand kilometers to reach Pandora, her city; she had to take a ferry that would take her by air.
The apparatus flew for almost six hours over the monotonous surface of the ocean, and when they were about to reach Pandora's location, the vehicle, with its leaf shape and tapered hull, as if it were a seabird rushing to catch a fish, stuck itself in the water, lifting a large wave, which spread in rings, over the surface.
Under the water at about fifty meters deep were the buildings of the city, but it had already been too much air for Vilma, she said to the cargo envelope that she would keep her luggage in the port, that she would have to leave, despite the wishes of the attendees, could not wait to reach port, entered the exit hatch, and the cylindrical compartment filled quickly with water, Vilma took off her clothes and her naked body, came out shot as soon as the compartment door was opened.
Her slim and slender body was like a projectile that cut through the water leaving behind a slight turbulence, her skin thicker and oily than that of humans from other worlds and her extra layer of subcutaneous fat, making her immune to temperatures of just over 277 Kelvin, the gills below the height of the shoulder blades filtered the oxygen dissolved in the water, while the membranes between her fingers and feet, made her drive as if she were a strange fish of turned female figure.
Instead of going to the deep zone where Pandora was, she preferred to swim around and remember the walks she took as a child with her classmates, when they escaped from the wet nurses and instructors and went wandering around the city, with nothing else to do but waste time.
From afar she could see the Garden of Epiolo, a work of art, a sort of monument between submerged and emerged that marked the arrival to the land of the city, had been built by an artist called Epiolo, or at least that's what it was called, in reality in the artistic milieu nobody ever knew its real name, She was surprised at times when she saw the great white creature move. From a distance, it looked like one more rock than the Garden forms, one that she did not remember, but when she approached in dolphin she shook it giving it a good scare.
Apparently her fin had been trapped between some of the rocks of the work that had been detached. She took a piece of steel bar that had also happened to fall from the structure, and by levering other rocks, she managed to release the dolphin's fin, which swam out of there, and then went back to where she was and around it several times while she stood still watching it go around.
The giant animal seemed to be invited to accompany her, for after circling her four times, she approached her and pushed her with her prominent nose, Vilma, always ready to take unnecessary risks, squatted on the dolphin's back and clung to her dorsal fin.
When she was clinging, the dolphin shot out dragging it as if it were a flag waving attached to the dorsal fin, her long reddish hair snaked like a veil that covered her sword until the beginning of her buttocks, if she had been seen by some old terrestrial sailor she would be confused with a siren that mounted a huge marine creature. She didn't know where the dolphin would take her, but she was having the best trip of her life, so the destination had no importance.
Text of @amart29 Barcelona, Venezuela, October 2019
Otros relatos de la serie La Era de Perseo / Other stories from the series The Age of Perseus
- El Averno / The Avern
- Camino a Dione / Road to Dione
- Las Noches de Palas / The Nights of Palas
- ¿Natural o Generado? / Natural or Generated?
- Los Cristalodermos de Quimera / The Crystaloderms of Chimera
- Una Casa para el Parlamento / A House for Parliament
- Alone
- Fifteen Thousand Years After Perseus
- Storm
- Water
- Vilma
I can only thank @xpilar for allowing me to use his digital art in my publication and for motivating my creation. Thank you very much @xpilar
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