[private] when I'm losing my control, the city spins around

[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you The dark entity that inhabits this blue body has no shape of its own. Its very nature is mutable, and it has clung to this particular family for how readily they take to shifting. The ability to transform is in their very blood, and as hosts it has had few better. Bolder would be a good candidate too, it muses, watching the boy change from one sea creature to another. The white patches of their white markings gleam almost skeletal beneath the murky water, a sight that pleases Gale. He clicks back at Bolder when the boy communicates as a whale, unsure why the boy had stopped, and though the sound is far different, they communicate as clearly as spoken words: “That was a good shift; you’re getting faster too.” Then he’s moving, heading toward the surface of the lake. Bolder will follow, he assumes. He breaks the still surface, leaping into the sky in a glittering arc of water, before crashing back into the water.

@bolder