Tamalia and the Kelpie

Tamalia rides a malicious Kelpie at a river

Tamalia stood on the edge of the riverbank. Her overlarge toad sat on her shoulder looking at the wide, fast water.

Podolfo croaked.

"No, the drawing does not show a river, nor any way across. No ford, no bridge, not even a ferry." The witchy Woman folded the crude map and tucked it into her cleavage baring dress. How much breast to expose was always a risk on the road, but it was a warm summer day, and the breeze felt good on her decolletage. Added that it was a little-known pathway to a meadow cultivated for herbs as a communal garden by the cooperative Witches of White Foam she was not sure to find anyone to cross.

She removed her boots and lay her hot feet in the cold water. Her violet eyes caught the flash of pale flesh and floating blue-green hair under the surface of the water.

"Nalads at play." She muttered to herself. Too bad there are no Kelpies. I could ride one across to the other side.

As if she had made a wish a white horse walked out of the water, it had freshwater weeds in its mane and tail but seemed a normal horse of medium size. The Naiads gathered at the waters edge to watch as they knew of the malicious nature of Kelpies.

Poldolfo croaked.

After pulling on her leather boots and pulling her dress hem to the clip on her belt, she took a drink of a blue-green potion out of her travel bag. Tying the travel bag to her waist she rubbed the velvety nose and mounted bareback. Her transformed Dwarf man rode her shoulder in toad form.

The kelpie managed the rapids easily, and close enough to the other shore to give Tamalia hope he bucked her off. His eyes rolled and head tossed with dangerous intent. The magical animal turned to watch her drown, and yet she sank to the bottom where the current was less strong with a smile on her broad lips.

As the water horse swam away in disgust, she walked along the bottom of the river. She navigated the short weeds, and large stones. The Naiads gamboled about her amazed and giggling at the defeat of the Kelpie's odious plan.

The wet Witchy Woman held on to a boulder of pink granite as she walked out of the river. Placing her toad on a flat rock and untying the hard knot on her travel bag she laid out her spare clothes. Stripping naked she lay along a warm flat rock waiting for the hot sun to dry her and her things. Her mission could delay one hour.

Podolfo croaked happily.