[littl3chocobo]

this day is the day

he knew it was time, for a turtles life he had been waiting for the slow branch of his fins to split and the fine membrane over his eyes to thin so that the deepest plunges were no longer allowed and he was stuck in the shallows with the other adolescents all of whom like he were waiting to go into the next stage of life and mingle with the airbreathers before ascending to adulthood. he could feel the disturbance of the underworld as he descended into the light and noise of the surf below. it was time