it's a guarantee that he won't forget me.
my body little, my soul heavy.
As her fur passes into scales, Naia’s mane and tail gently tug at the water that crashes against her legs. Two scarves on a gentle wind, ethereal and light and swift. The nereid shivers in her scales, pale eyes passing over the hardy skin that hisses to be immersed in the water. Her nostrils flare in that same indignation from the first time she shifted - perhaps she will never get used to the slithering of her skin.
The sound of another approaching snaps her back to attention - her thought that someone is around turns out to be accurate. The surprise of her shifting turns to surprise at the bone-covered girl approaching the shoreline. Naia cocks her head fascination, a bashful smile curling one side of her mouth. The appaloosa has conversed with very few, but she still finds the slight flutter of her heart suspiciously faster than general social anxiety. The nereid has not forgotten the muscular girl that raised herself by beating tree trunks until her bones ached. That armor across the other’s skin is fucking cool.
Heart pounding loudly in her ears, Naia remains as a nereid and shyly steps closer to Brazen. Her smile is quaint and alluring in a way that is obvious she has no idea what she looks like.
“Yes,” she murmurs, a supernatural lilt coloring the soft syllable. The nereid steps closer once again, reaching her muzzle out to touch the bloody bone if the girl will have her. “Did you grow this?” Her head pulls back, eyes gently curious. The memory of the warrior girl she was (and still is) flashes behind her eyes. Yearling Naia would have murdered to grow her very own armor. “It is beautiful.” The last statement is more final, the smile on her face a little more confident.
@[Brazen] naia is very gay