SANHORRHIM TALES OF THE SEA
by VIRESSE



This collection contains tales, short-stories and poems of the dolpholk and the merfolk, as told to and translated by the Sanhorrhim elves' sea guides over the years... It should be noted that these stories perhaps are not always true... However, just enjoy them!

THE ISLAND-WHALE
As told to a Sea Guide by Notch-tail the Dolphune


he other day, the pod was slipping through the sea, very fast mind you, we love how the water slicks across our hides... it's like flying but under the sea...

Oh right! There was a large mass sitting right in the middle of the channel! I didn't recognize it, and Brown-stripe didn't either. Brown-stripe knows everything, you know, but he didn't know this island! So the entire pod glided right beside it and looked at it... Brown-stripe was confused. I was confused. Even Broad-nose didn't like it, so we circled it.

It had a tail, Blue-eye found, and Broad-nose found its eye. Brown-stripe said, "Well, then, It has to be a very big dolphune."

"A dolphune as big as an Island?" Blue-eye stammered, and I could not think of anything better.

All of a sudden the sea quavered with the voice of the big dolphune... "I am a whale!" it said, and it flicked a flipper at us. "My life is dull!" he murmured to us, sounding very sad. " I have eaten too much, I am built upon like an island, and I have no friends!"

We swam around the whale and looked him over, hopping out of the water to look at the homes upon his back, Blue-eye and Blunt-nose competing to see who could jump the highest, but it was Brown -stripe that jumped the highest and saw that the people were growing food on the dirt on his back, and that his once slick skin wa dirty and scaly. We agreed that the whale was suffering and should not be tortured like this. "We want to help you, whale!" we called. "Play in the water with us and be free of the people on your back!"

"I do not want to hurt the people! They only wish to live, like I do!" The whale cried. "Play in the water away from me, make the people get in their boats and come to you. Then I will free myself! "

We told the Whale we would, and so we did. Zipping away from the whale, we played in the ocean, flipping and turning, splashing and singing. The people got in their boats and came out to us, and we played with them. When we had decided all the people were safe, we called to the whale.

"Roll over! Shake off the houses and be free of the people on your back!" Blunt-nose said to the whale, and we all agreed, bobbing and splashing him as we told him.

The houses shook, and began to crumble. All the while, we entertained the folk, playing and splashing.The whale rolled.

... and rolled ...

... and rolled ...

... and crushed the homes on his back! And he flicked his tail and wiggled his flippers and blew air from his breath-hole! He was free from the people! And the whale smiled. But he was still so big!

"Why are you so big!?'" we asked him.

"I have eaten many boats, and they were filled with many people. They weigh me down..." he said to us.

"Spit them out!'"Blue-eye said to the whale, and we all agreed. "Spit them out!" we shouted again and again. And the whale began to spit them out.

He spat...

... and spat.

The ships came out like a school of fish! Big ones, small ones, all bright and colorful and all full of people! The new boats sailed toward the cluster of boats around us, and families became happy and joined with old family. No one was even sad that they had no homes, which we found a shock, but people are weird animals that we do not understand!

"Thank you friends! You have made me a free whale!" The whale called to us. "I will now wander the sea alone, but free." He began to swim away from us.

"What do you mean, whale? We helped you and now you do not want to be our friend?" Blue-eye asked. "We will be your friends!" Brown-stripe called, and the whale turned. "Well, let me think about it..." he said.

He thought...

... and thought.

For a day and an hour the whale thought, and came to a decision.

"Thank you, friends! My freedom would be nothing if I had no one to share it with!'" the Whale said, and we all swam away from the channel, happy and befriended, the sea water gliding on our slick backs as we zipped and darted through the water.


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HE CAPRICORN
As told to a Sanhorrhim Sea Guide by Llaurrohuun the Mermaid

The Capricorn

View picture in full size Picture description. The creature of the sea, the capricorn,  who wanted to be a steed. Drawn by Viresse.


f all the things we have seen in the sea, the capricorn is the oddest. Half a steed like the ones you carry upon ships, and half a fish like the way I am, it lives far beneath the waves, crawling upon the floor like a crab.

One day, the capricorn came to Baveras on her throne in the deepest part of the deepest sea, and it said... "I suffer so much! Can I be a steed like the ones of the land?"

Baveras agreed, and with a wave of her webbed hand, she gave the capricorn his wish.

But alas! The steed could not breathe anymore under the water and it struggled to swim like the way it had, but it could not! It begged, in its drowning voice, to be changed back.

Baveras agreed, and with a wave of her webbed hand, she gave the capricorn his wish.

"You did not tell me what it was like to be a steed!" The capricorn sobbed, and Baveras answered, "You did not ask." The capricorn crawled away...

The next day, the capricorn returned. "My Goddess, what is it like to be a steed?" he asked.

"It is a life not unlike yours, capricorn..." she said. '"hey run on the land like you do on the sea floor. They graze from the grasses like you do of sea-weed. They breathe air, like you do water..."

The capricorn nodded. "I wish to be a steed, upon the land, with lugs for air, and teeth for grass and legs so I may walk!" he asked Baveras.

Baveras agreed, and with a wave of her webbed hand, she gave the capricorn his wish.

All of a moment, the capricorn was on land! He had four legs and breathed air. He chewed of the grasses at his feet, and found them delicious!

He frolicked for days on land, joyous and happy. He was so happy he did not notice the Milari watching him, licking its sharp teeth... Not until it was too late!

As he ran from the Milari, he begged Baveras to return him to his former form.

"You are no longer my pet, capricorn," she called from far away at the deepest part of the deepest sea. "You are of land and I cannot help you."

As the capricorn was dragged to the ground by the hungry Milari, he forced out a final phrase. "You did not warn me of the perils of the land!" he whined.

"My pet, you did not ask," she explained, and the capricorn died, a folly of his own greed and ignorance.


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HE KINGELL'S PUNISHMENT
As told to Kaelaren the Blessed by an anonymous Dolphune


he Kingell is decent swimmer. Black feathered, long necked. Could be better at fishing. But did you know, the Kingell's appearance is punishment by Baveras? I bet you didn't. Do you want to hear about it? I can tell you about it.

The Kingell was a pretty bird a long time ago. Looked alot like an eagle of some sort. All-White feathers, short necked, elegant wings and a sharp short beak. Talons like knives.

And well... he hunted as if all the fish in the sea were meant for him. He was so greedy! He'd dive toward the sea, and Shwoop! He'd snag himself a glittery fish. He'd fly back to land and drop it off in its nest. Then he'd take off and Shwoop! He'd snag another. Take it to his nest. All day he would do this. His nest would sag with the weight of a pod-ful of fish.

Baveras was upset. She didn't like the greedy Kingell, and she planned on teaching him a lesson.

One day, the Kingell was coming down in the ocean, ready to snack a delicious fish, when Baveras used her wave to sweep him under the sea.

"Kingell! I am punishing you for your greed. I am taking your talons." And with that, Baveras' wave swept away his claws and webbed his feet into ugly orange flaps. She then let him go.

The Kingell was saddened. He flew away to his nest and cried; gorging himself on his fish. For a day he did this. Then he took to the air to hunt yet again.

Sadly, his webbed feet couldn't snag fish anymore. He cried. But he discovered that his webbed feet could move water very well. So he began hunting again. He would dive deep into the water, snag an even bigger fish than he could before, and then flew back to his nest with the fish in his beak. The Kingell began his greedy cycle again; hunting, dropping the fish off and then hunting again.

Baveras became even more angry. She had punished this bird and he still did not understand! She waited for him to dive into her depths and took ahold of him. "Kingell, I am punishing you for your greed! I have taken your talons, and now I am taking you flight." She swept his flight feathers away from him and let him go.

The Kingell was saddened. He cried as he floated on the surface of the sea. But he began to sink in the water. His feathers could not hold out the water! He tried to fly, but Baveras' curse kept him down, he could no longer fly! He cried and tried his hardest to reach the land. He then cried as he dried his feathers, standing on the edge of the sea.

"No claws, no flight! Woe is me!" The Kingell sobbed. He kept repeating the phrase as he sunned himself, suffering.

Baveras came to the Kingell on the shore. "Foolish bird! You deserve no woe! I have punished you for your greed, and rightly so you should suffer." She reached up and grabbed the Kingell in an embrace. "But I will make your life easier for you..." With her strength, she stretched out his beak, elongated his neck, and coated the white bird in the silt of the ocean; dark brown.

She placed the Bird back on shore and smiled kindly. "I have given you gifts now. Do not hurt me again or you will not want to see what gift I give next..." And Baveras returned to the ocean.

The kingell looked himself over. He looked so different! He jumped into the water. His shape allowed him to dive deeper! But Baveras had limited him with his long thin beak to small food, he would no longer weigh himself down with food. And when he surfaced, he realized that Baveras had not cured him of his sinking, and he quickly went back to the surface.

But the Kingell was happy, for he knew he had done wrong and Baveras had taken pity. And that is why the Kingell is the way he is.


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HE DOLPHUNE BOAT SONG
As sung to Kaelaren the Blessed by an anonymous pod

The ship sits low
in the sea;
cutting water
for you and me!

Ride the wake!
Take a ride!
At this pace
stay by her side!

The whole pod swims
throughout the day;
the sailors love
the games we play!

Ride the wake!
Take a ride!
At this pace
stay by its side!

Baveras is beside us,
her loving touch will guide us,
provide us,
she relies on us,
for we are Her pleasure!

Ride the wake!
Take a ride!
At this pace
stay by Her side!


MERMAID SONG
As sung to Kaelaren the Blessed by an anonymous Mermaid

Molten-warming-water-cutting light
filter-shimmer-shine-dancing beams
golden-swaying-worm-wiggle stripes
sandy-coral-flat-surface show

Spraying-glittering-globes-water fly
patter-surface-rain-rippling drops
crystal-glassy-wall-falling panes
salty-cooling-damp-ocean play

moonlit-whisper-wave-bubble slide
pulling-return-sand-smoothing touch
present-drifting-land-leaving wood
wrapping-brushing-rock-rounding strength

Note: The Beauty of the Mermaid song is sometimes
lost in translation. The first song is literal, the second song
tries to paint the same picture in common tongue.


* * *

Warm sunlight slices
the Light divided
gilded shapes
on the sea bottom

flying water drops
rain into the sea
splashing water
refreshing

quiet waves roll
pulling sand softly
driftwood comes
perfect rocks

Note: The first verse speaks of the way the sunlight is reflected
on the sea bottom, the second speaks of the shapes produced
when water is disturbed, and the third verse speaks of
the tides and its effects upon the beach.


THE CRAB'S DILEMMA
As told to Kaelaren the Blessed by Heerguuss the Mer

The crab.
A home on his back
like the snail,
but too small to live in
on bad days.

The crab.
His hands are quite strong,
but are sharp,
and that makes it hard to
meet new friends.

The crab.
A shell of sand grey
hides from foes
but hides him from a friend
just as much.

The crab.
sad he must be;
no warm home,
is rarely ever seen,
and alone.

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