Adria
I felt nothing at all, freedom of the fall
Fate’s timing can get a bit skewed, sometimes. Jinn had traveled to the correct place like she’d told him, but had come across the wrong lake. To the south lay another, much wider basin in which Adria had taken her afternoon swim, content to sit beneath the water near the bottom for a few hours or so. What she did in her time underneath the depths varied; today she sifted through the muck with her gift, searching for clues of the Old Beqanna or even fossils. Occasionally she came across those.
When even a few more hours had passed (around the same time Jinn was unknowingly gathering courage to pass borders) she grew tired of the fruitless endeavor and rose again to the surface, already sure that algae had begun to stick in the crevices between her scales. She was worried and a bit self-centered in the moment, longing for the empty shoreline to the far east rather than to head directly west for the black shores of her new home.
This is how she eventually comes across him - Jinn, that is. Heading off into the thin veil of trees, Adria eventually intersects her guest the moment he pauses to take a glance at his reflection. She escapes from the cover of forest and looks up; her eyes take in the sight of his familiar colors and a bolt of electricity stops her cold. “Jinn?” She questions from behind him, not so eager to get her hopes up this time after one false alarm. Her voice is tainted by concern.
“Is everything alright?”
@[Jinn]