video [ un: daughter-sea ]
[ The woman that appears is a - level expression, a little happy or sad that plays on her features. Level, most especially, as she clears her throat. Her veil tied around her head to tame her curls back, her shift and vest tying herself up neatly.
Peeking out from her veil is her lamp friend, and drifting around her in a circle is a soft finned creature, her Omen. Delicately colored in reds and blues as it swims in the air. ]
I find myself remiss, in how to make an introduction...
... I am Second-Child, Gilia St. Loe, Daughter-Sea, She Who Sings the Ocean to Prosperity, Who Echoes With the Ceaseless Voice.
[ That out of the way. ]
I am new to this place, this... city. I do not have much in the way of the coin, but I am skilled in other forms. I can sew, weave, till a field, clean, cast a line, or a net, gut a fish, help tend animals, both with birthing and killing, cook many types of meals...
But if you have need of anything repaired or cooked... please, if there is something I can do for resources in return, only let me know, and I shall be your glad servant.
Peeking out from her veil is her lamp friend, and drifting around her in a circle is a soft finned creature, her Omen. Delicately colored in reds and blues as it swims in the air. ]
I find myself remiss, in how to make an introduction...
... I am Second-Child, Gilia St. Loe, Daughter-Sea, She Who Sings the Ocean to Prosperity, Who Echoes With the Ceaseless Voice.
[ That out of the way. ]
I am new to this place, this... city. I do not have much in the way of the coin, but I am skilled in other forms. I can sew, weave, till a field, clean, cast a line, or a net, gut a fish, help tend animals, both with birthing and killing, cook many types of meals...
But if you have need of anything repaired or cooked... please, if there is something I can do for resources in return, only let me know, and I shall be your glad servant.

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[ Or as it translates it: son of the sea. ]
Did you want to go to action spam?
sounds good!
But the heart aches for such familiarities. ]
See you tomorrow.
[ - And of course, the next day, she is at the beach, waiting for him. A tall woman, dressed down, with a crown of curls that floats above her head, for want of any other term. An unseen current that moves them back and forth even when she is not in the water at all.
Only making her seem all the taller for it. That creeping scar on her throat and cheek exposed where she has done away with her wimple and veil. ]
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Hi! I'm Luca, the kid you were talking to on the network.
[As if though she can't already see that.]
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Hello Little Master Luca, I am Lady Gilia.
[ Her lips press quietly, as she rises up. Moving to take off her heavy outer layers, down to her shift, a linen underdress. The rest folded, carefully set aside as she moves towards the water with him. ]
How fine you look!
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[He looks out at the water, excited.]
Are you ready to swim?
[He can't wait to see what she looks like when she's a fish person but more importantly he can't wait to be out in the ocean with actual company. Company that could move through the water quickly and naturally like he can.]
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[ Her clothes set aside, she lifts her hand up for him to take if he should like too. Let him lead her, that excited way children always were, into the water.
That her change takes over her, as she walks, not that she becomes a fish, so much, that she becomes the sea. Her skin a translucent window, her eyes deepen, and inside of the cavities of bones, and organs, coral springs to life from her bones, sunken ships make their home in crevices, and dark, dark, dark jellyfish swim with faint, bioluminescent light. Her hair no long curls but drifting strands of kelp, where eels dart and minnows play. Her belly was the hunting ground of sharks, teeth, and gnashing, shimming through.
The sea, from the darkest to the lights, living her soul, tender and merciless, beautiful and lightless. ]
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gomen!!! gmail ate this notif >[[[[
That she swims closer to him, looking as she was looking.
Then boops him right on the nose with one clear finger, still just as real to touch as a person, and darts away before he can catch her. Encouraging the chase with a smile. ]
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