08-31-2021, 04:08 PM
Liet is watching the smokey nereid with eyes full of wonder and curiosity. She blinks once, then twice—then glances down at her newly acquired fins and scales. A small haze covers her mind as the effects of such magic settle into her muscles. “Lovely,” she parrots, not quite ready to look back up but once again surprised by the pleasant gentleness of her voice.
“Well, I am—” Liet begins, but stops short when she looks up and finds delight in Moira’s eyes. The other nereid accepts Liet so quickly that she almost believes she is one, for just a moment. A soft, dazzled smile splits the shifter’s face and she leans closer to study Moira’s own glittering scales. She longs to be where she might belong, and a lie slips out far too easily:
“I’ve always preferred the cold water, I stay by the oceans in Nerine.”
Liet smiles, warming beneath Moira’s approval. She dares to swim a little downstream, hoping her movements looked more fluid and practiced than they felt.
“My name is Liet. I’ve yet to visit the Ischian reefs. What are they like?”
@Moira
“Well, I am—” Liet begins, but stops short when she looks up and finds delight in Moira’s eyes. The other nereid accepts Liet so quickly that she almost believes she is one, for just a moment. A soft, dazzled smile splits the shifter’s face and she leans closer to study Moira’s own glittering scales. She longs to be where she might belong, and a lie slips out far too easily:
“I’ve always preferred the cold water, I stay by the oceans in Nerine.”
Liet smiles, warming beneath Moira’s approval. She dares to swim a little downstream, hoping her movements looked more fluid and practiced than they felt.
“My name is Liet. I’ve yet to visit the Ischian reefs. What are they like?”
@Moira