Veras home was simple, made of white clay that was gathered on the shores. And as it was a house built by the shore that was easy to get. Decorated by magic and her own hand, next to the stables, was her own home. Small, with one room since the family ate a cooked in the cooking hut. The waves seemed to whisper (THE SONG IN THE VIDEO ABOVE). Though water was her home and where she felt her strongest, nature had started to take a liking to mankind and thus being so, warned them about the dangers of her. Lorelei against Humani. Confused as this made her, she accepted it. The Ocean gave her the best songs to sing, the best stories to weave.
So she could often be found perched on a rock or in the sea, watching the horizon and singing soft stories that the sea taught her. What she had grown to notice, was that though nature gave humani a fair warning, very few actually heard it. Which she couldn't understand, because she couldn't understand the waves better if they were yelling in her ear and dancing in her face.
Be that as it may, most people, unless elementals or mages, stayed away from the southern coves of her people. Undines never bothered with each other, because it usually resulted in fighting or jealousy. However if a common enemy threatened, every Undine would protect her sisters, no matter what.
Her mother, who was now mortal, was aging gracefully. Once long black hair was still as full, but streaked with silver. Her father, once a sailor, had a salt 'n pepper beard and the sun tanned skin of the island.
The blue markings that had claimed her mother in youth had disappeared the moment she had gained a soul of her own. She was the only reason that Vera didn't just kill, kill, kill to live. She had taught her daughter right from wrong. And though not in posession of a soul of her own, Vera had something most Undines did not. Humanity.
Due only to the right upbringing and her cheerful personality.
Her parents could be found in their respective places. Her father on the selfmade dock, fishing to offer food at the Plaza. Her mother in the garden, tending to growing the food that couldn't be caught.
Vera was not seldom in one of those places with them, but at night she retreated to her little home, where a trapdoor was skillfully hidden to give her the sanctuary of an underground pool. Illuminated by plankton and some moon beams through the cracks in the rock. It was the perfect place to be safe and relax. Not that there was danger, but as an Undine you never know.
