[SE] we counted galaxies

Amalia No answer from a Tumsea, but there is something else: a loud and eerie voice, the sound of water rustling through reeds. She hears it, feels it, a moment before she spots it, a mind the likes of which she has not known before. Ghost whales, the Shield breathes, eyes growing wide in fear and awe. Here is the creature that slew Maea; and oh, if it isn't beautiful despite that. We should fly to get a better view, the Shield suggests to the Sword, eager to come closer and reluctant to risk inciting the ghastly cetacean's ire. Which, she realizes, may prove hard: adopting feathers and leaving the sea while soaked in water is a difficult task indeed. Luckily, she has an idea. Diving back beneath the water she lets her body change, adopting once more the dolphin's shape and sleek, undeniable musculature. Grab onto me, the girl instructs, mentally gesturing to her dorsal fin. If and when her lover agrees she will put into action her play: pushing fiercely through the water with the speed and strength of a fired missile, launching them both - Deimos and herself - into the air, the better to then contort and change. reach for the stars: but child, first recognize the constellations of light you already carry inside you