Deserts sounded, frankly, horrifying, if they were all sand and no water. It was the sort of place that mermaids had nightmares about, but Hadama took in the information stoically. Green eyes watched Remi until the other man looked away, and then he shifted into the water, melting into his manta form to avoid stirring the shallow waters more than the surf already did.
"I do not have the most convenient body for conversing in the air," the manta rumbled, dry amusement in his voice. "Compared to others of my folk. But that is no one's fault." And at least he was strong enough to overcome some of the drawbacks of the wings that were so graceful underwater, and so unwieldy out of it.
He moved slowly enough for Remi to keep up at a walk along the beach, in no great hurry as the tropical dusk lingered in the sky. "A shape-changer, as well?" The respect was more pronounced in the telepathic bond. "Indeed, it would be perfect." He turned and swam as close to shore as he could come before the surf tried to force him onto the beach, shifting back into a form with opposable thumbs.
"I do not have the most convenient body for conversing in the air," the manta rumbled, dry amusement in his voice. "Compared to others of my folk. But that is no one's fault." And at least he was strong enough to overcome some of the drawbacks of the wings that were so graceful underwater, and so unwieldy out of it.
He moved slowly enough for Remi to keep up at a walk along the beach, in no great hurry as the tropical dusk lingered in the sky. "A shape-changer, as well?" The respect was more pronounced in the telepathic bond. "Indeed, it would be perfect." He turned and swam as close to shore as he could come before the surf tried to force him onto the beach, shifting back into a form with opposable thumbs.
