Jennifer stands at the rivers edge. A censor danging from a silver chain, the metal container swaying gently left to right in her hand. The smell of the sandalwood incense burning inside wafting out, leaving quickly dissipating smoke trails in the air.

She wore the traditional garb for the Autumn's Harvest on her own world. Which consisted of a dark brown tunic, matching breeches tied up at the knees, and simple sandals on her feet. A ferroniere of silver matching the chain on her brow, mother of pearl inlaid in a oval at the center of her forehead. Her pale blonde hair parted in the middle, just pulled back loose to flow down her shoulders to the middle of her back.

Her eyes as blue as the rivers that would freeze solid in her own world shone in the setting sun. The multicolored hues of the setting orb in front of her, all but unseen. Her eyes were turned inward, reciting the Fisher's Chant in her mind. Each line like a burning wave of letters, vanishing with each properly read symbol. With that done, and the sun now only a fingernails width in the horizon, she begins to sing.

Her movements are precise, meticulous from years of practice. The slow feeling of the magic deep in the bones of her people responds, a warming sensation throughout the young woman's body. She slowly moves now, rocking back and forth to the song she sings. The censor now making a small circle in front of her.

Nearing the end of her song she places the metal device on the muddy bank of the river itself. Twisting the clasp and pulling the shoulder of her tunic over her head, she stands topless to the setting sun. Bowing as if to the descending Celestial she unties her breeches at her knees, then the buckle at her waist. Letting them fall from her unheeded, she slips out of her sandals and leaves them in the pile of clothing as she steps forth.

The song finished, she takes a step into the cool water with a sigh. Another step, another pause. Repeating the process until she is up to her knees. Turning around, she faces the rising moon. A moment of distraction, a strange odd color not seen in nature seemed to fly behind the treeline not far from where she worked her magic. No matter, she thinks to herself. Bowing again, this time to the moon. It's pale shine mixing with her magic, causing her to mimic the moons glow.

Taking a few steps backward now she raises her hands above her, palms meeting fingers tight together as if in supplication. With a couple more steps she vanishes from view with nary a ripple on the surface of the rivers lethargic waters.

It didn't matter much to her that her own world was gone. Those that remembered her there were long gone as well. The turning of the wheel, cycle to cycle, death and renewal. She'd walked her world for a while, noticing the changes in her people, her villages to towns, towns to cities. The march of humanities ever growing hunger to move forward, regardless of the cost driving them onward.

She was present when they first touched the stars. And with that, she knew they had no need of the old ways. They themselves became gods of a sort. Those Who Would Burn the Stars Dark, the Others whispered in her ear while she meditated. She ignored their woes, and was ignored in return. As it should be. She would still be here long after the Others and her people were long gone.

Nor were there any that remembered who she was, now. She was content to vanish, her part in the history of that place now done and forgotten. Waking up here in Equestria was a pleasant surprise, one that she would have never suspected. She decided one day it was time to sleep, a long dreamless sleep. And so it was. Until she awoke in this strange new land. So on this day she chose to celebrate.

She sings again. A crooning song, no real words, just emotions. The startled fish darted and bobbed around her, unused to strange creatures singing in their domain. A few allowed her to touch them, cold scales not unlike the denizens of her rivers and lakes of her old world. One brave one even allowed itself to be tickled under the chin. Fishy tail waggling happily for a moment before something startled it, and it swam off quickly.

Feet firmly planted in the silt at the bottom of the river, she finishes her song. She feels the magic of this strange new world renew her, fill her bones with the same warmth and love she felt with the magic of her own world. The ritual complete, she kneels down on her knees, crosses her hands palm outward on her forehead and bows in the river until her hands touch the silt.

Her own world may have forgotten her. Her own people as well. But she would always know who she was. For this day she was still alive, and thankful to be so. She was Ahi-ree, Goddess of Lakes and Rivers. But to the denizens of this world, she was only known simply as Jennifer. Her secret was safe inside of her where it belonged. None here would be the wiser.

They didn't need another Deity mucking about, they had plenty. She was content with the simplicity of her new existence for now. Standing now, she looks up and freezes. A pair of cyan eyes watches her intently through the ripples in the waters surface.

Fluttershy had gone on an expedition of sorts. A certain type of mushroom grew near one of her favorite groves was in season. So she placed a sunhat on her head, grabbed a basket with a wing, and informed Harry the Bear he was in charge until she got back. And a gentle reminder not to eat everything in the larder like last time.

In charge doesn't mean give yourself a wicked tummy ache, after all. She was sure he'd learned his lesson. But it was getting close to hibernation time for the big lug. It must be hard to resist the pull to eat everything in sight, she ponders on her casual trot towards the treeline.

A basket half full of her favorite fungus later, she decides to take a little break and freshen up in the river. Her long yellow ears picked up an unusual sounds, her sensitive nose a scent not normally in the forest. Wary now, she slows her pace and tires to be as quiet as possible to find the source.

It was a human! Fluttershy froze in place, mesmerized. Sure, she'd seen a few of their kind now. And Twilight Sparkle had befriended one even. But she'd never thought she'd run into one in the wild, so to speak. This one though was different. She was polite, but quiet from what she'd heard. Rumors swam around her like fish in the river Fluttershy was heading too. More questions than answers, Pinkie Pie told her. And Pinkie Pie could get just about anypony to talk if she wanted to.

Except her. Somehow she resisted the pink mares friendly advances for movie nights, sleepovers, even her famous cupcake tasting parties! Who in their right mind could resist that? It seemed unnatural. But she was friendly, if not distant. And as far as she could tell, she hadn't hurt anypony.

She was singing. She could make the words now, she found her hooves moving closer and closer to the woman. Until her fear broke whatever spell the song had on her, and she dashed behind a tree. Peeking around the maple, her eyes widen and a blush forms on her cheeks. She feels her wings start to pulse in time with her heartbeat. She was getting naked!

It looked like a ritual in Fluttershy's eyes. Every movement precise, timed just so. She realized she was luck to have ducked behind the tree as she stepped into the water and turned around, facing where she was just moments ago. Then she raised her arms above her head and vanished under the water.

The yellow Pegasus wasn't sure what to do. She didn't think she was in any sort of trouble. Who would walk into an open river if they couldn't swim after all? So her cautious nature held her in place, waiting. She was rewarded with the feeling of goose pimples all across the flesh of her forelegs a few moments later. She heard singing under the water!

It was as clear as if she were still standing on the riverbank. And yet Fluttershy knew that she'd gone under. Her curiosity overriding her common sense now, she stealthily made her way to where the human went into the river. The water looked different somehow, clearer. It seemed as clear as the tap water from the faucet in her home, a radius just about as wide as her with her wings spread for flight.

Peeking over the riverbank now, she spies the woman. She was singing! Her movements seemed to follow the ebb and flow of the river itself. Whatever song she was singing complete, she went down on her knees a moment before rising again. Looking up suddenly she looks startled. Like when she scares her animals dropping a slippery plate in the sink. But then she smiles, a warm if not shy smile. And Fluttershy can't help but smile back, though she's not sure why. These strange humans!

Author's Note

The two songs if anyone is interested.

Song 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=unhfa9OnpbE

Song 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5koX9Ro8dBQ