Delta. Amalia stores the name away, nodding as best as she can without a neck. The comment about aquatic shifts surprises her a little; she would have expected the Attuned of Torchline to have a large quantity of aquatic forms at their disposal. I have two, Amalia replies. Well. Sort of. Swimming up toward the surface she waits for Delta to follow, not wanting to shift again this far below the waves.
I'd actually hoped to meet a mer...person. Her mental voice is a little sheepish, embarrassment coloring the words. I'm not from Torchline, and I've never actually spoken to one before. But I've heard incredible things.
Reaching the surface of the water Amalia lets her body shift, shrinking down as thick, water-resistant fur springs up over her form. The otter who floats upon the waves is a far cry from the encantado; with a sheepish smile Amalia waves, then gestures to herself. See? Sort of aquatic.
I'd actually hoped to meet a mer...person. Her mental voice is a little sheepish, embarrassment coloring the words. I'm not from Torchline, and I've never actually spoken to one before. But I've heard incredible things.
Reaching the surface of the water Amalia lets her body shift, shrinking down as thick, water-resistant fur springs up over her form. The otter who floats upon the waves is a far cry from the encantado; with a sheepish smile Amalia waves, then gestures to herself. See? Sort of aquatic.
Amalia & Jyoti
born from dark water, daughters of the rain and snow
