She hasn't ever seen a shark, except as an image on a book, so she does not know to compare him to that. Shifting into otter form, she begins to pull herself along the sand, picking up interesting white rocks and flotsam, empty shells that once held life.
Part of her does want to join him, to hunt for treasure beneath the waves- but oh, the idea of going in there terrifies her, chills her deep within her core. I... I never have before, she admits, shifting anxiously in the sand. And my legs... and it's so big. What if I can't swim well enough?
Part of her does want to join him, to hunt for treasure beneath the waves- but oh, the idea of going in there terrifies her, chills her deep within her core. I... I never have before, she admits, shifting anxiously in the sand. And my legs... and it's so big. What if I can't swim well enough?
Amalia & Jyoti
born from dark water, daughters of the rain and snow
