HOTARU
Her magic is useless here, too predisposed towards violence and offense than helping creatures from watery depths. As similarly helpless people mill about and move into the water, Hotaru stays on the beach, sharp eyes casting around the rocks and sand. The frame of wings Deimos has created will not allow the creature to lift fully, they'll have to get it to shore. Hotaru wades in just to her knees, feeling useless and uncomfortable as the creature thrashes in the depths.
She folds her legs beneath her to kneel in the shallows, holding her arms out underwater towards the creature in hopes the others will help lift it, that she can grab on and help pull it to shore. "Come to shore," she says to it, for lack of anything else to do to help it. To let it feel the breeze, to dry out, to hopefully be lifted enough with all of them working at it to get some form of flight for the creature.
Hotaru comes into the shallows at the front to wait for the L'ma to be lifted so she can help pull it forward onto the shore, speaks softly to it.
She folds her legs beneath her to kneel in the shallows, holding her arms out underwater towards the creature in hopes the others will help lift it, that she can grab on and help pull it to shore. "Come to shore," she says to it, for lack of anything else to do to help it. To let it feel the breeze, to dry out, to hopefully be lifted enough with all of them working at it to get some form of flight for the creature.
Hotaru comes into the shallows at the front to wait for the L'ma to be lifted so she can help pull it forward onto the shore, speaks softly to it.
mother, make me a big grey cloud
so I can rain on you all the things
that I can't say out loud
