[PQ] just a haze on the water

it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name

Turning towards the water, the alchemist did as his husband instructed and peered into the waves. Neither hawks nor lions were meant for hunting in these sorts of biomes though, and he found that there was far too much movement for his predatory gaze to lock onto anything. Which hardly seemed to matter, given Delphia's sudden appearance on the deck behind him.

This is Maea.

So Maea had..become a hybrid? If that was the case, he didn't really know what sort of animal he was...looking..at...

"Why the fuck was she even in the water?" Remi asked incredulously. He'd gone in because it was the only way of easing the deaths of the drowning sailors. Wessex was...well, a machine for all he knew. "Why were you in the water?"

No. Hero. Types. And yet..

it'll last there longer than in this body i can stay