Relief floods every neuron of his body as she lands exactly where he had intended. He is not entirely surprised to see the tail that erupts where her legs had been; no, he had suspected she was some aquatic hybrid (like himself). He supposes that she must be new to the form, for he can’t imagine any experienced water creature allowing themselves to fall into such a desperate state.
When she is pulled beneath the surface, he hesitates, wondering if he should follow to make sure she is still safe. He is not worried that she will drown, but he is concerned that perhaps they were not fast enough and that she is still breathless in the water. Before he can move to action, she resurfaces and he notices the discomfort in her features as she attempts to breathe like a land horse.
She calls out to him, but he does not see fit to remain on the shore any longer. Not if it would cause her further distress. He moves to meet the waves, careful not to head directly toward her, to not give her any indications that he has ill intentions. As he passes by where she lays, half-submerged, he pauses. “My name is Eddie. Care to join me?” He motions for her to follow as he casually slips below the surface.
Once fully submerged, he makes his own transformation. The grey and black tentacles stretch luxuriously in the swift currents and propel him several feet deeper into the murk. He has not used his aquatic form since just before he’d gone to the Mountain. For just the tiniest fraction of time, the emptiness in his heart fills. Perhaps not fully, but just enough to bathe him in a measure of comfort.
Not forgetting the mare, he pivots, tentacles swirling around him with more grace than his equine limbs could ever hope to display. He looks expectantly toward the shore to see if she has accepted his invitation.
@Deiti