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[marreddreams]

[Do you know where you are?]

[Perhaps it's in a field full of wildflowers, far as the eye can see. Or, perhaps it's a cobblestone street with the scent of fresh apples for sale. Maybe it isn't somewhere quite that pleasant.]

[Wherever you are, something isn't quite right. It isn't an obvious thing, but rather a lingering instinct somewhere in the

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[temporalwater]

[underwater.

underwater, and all it's glory. crystal clear lake water, perfectly settled silt, sunlight streaming down in bands over schools of colorful fish. and at the very bottom, there's beds and beds of kelp, seaweed, underwater grasses.

in one of those beds of kelp, there's a Kanda laying facedown in it. the only thing that can be seen of him, though, is his upper torso. everything else seems to be.. hidden.

is he awake? well, his eyes are closed. one can only tell by approaching.]

[bottlenosey]

[If he happened to open his eyes and stare up he'd see here there. Looking down at him above the water in her white cotton dress she gets down on her knees and tests the surface of the water with her hand, nervous and confused as to why she hasn't fallen through yet.]

[temporalwater]

[he's shifting a bit. someone's blocking his sunlight. 8(

but other than that, staying asleep and half hidden in the grasses.]

[bottlenosey]

[She continues to stare down at him, not yet noticing how she's slowly sinking into the water.]

[temporalwater]

[shifting and looking up now. someone's disturbing the water, too. can't tell who it is, from this distance, but he's on alert anyway.]

[bottlenosey]

[Well she's flailing now, trying to grasp at the grass in attempt to pull herself out of the water. Really not wanting to be in the water, like at all.]

[temporalwater]

[..ng. pulling the rest of his tail out from under the sand and swimming up in case she needs any help. though, since it's a dream (and he's sure it is, since he hasn't found any place like this to swim in yet in the dressing room), he wonders if he can just.. make it impossible for her to sink.

somehow.]

[bottlenosey]

[Nah, she's still sinking. Is that a tail starting to appear? Maybe.

At least she isn't showing trouble breathing underwater?]

[temporalwater]

[--that has him stopping midway. definitely wasn't expecting that.

..that's good, probably. he'll just be kind of. slowly, circling around underneath her. kind of like a shark. but less threatening.]

[bottlenosey]

[Visibly panicking by the time the scales have finished appearing up her legs and over her hips Alma stops trying to peel off the scales and just floats there limply in the water.

When she sees Kanda she perks up.

C- Can you help me?]

[temporalwater]

[he's not sure what's happening, except for the fact that she has scales. which instantly translates to ally, kin, friend, family--

but he approaches slowly anyway, moving easily through the water and over to her with a questioning glance. help.. swimming? getting to shore?]

[bottlenosey]

[Scales similar to yours, right? Maybe of a different color but...

Under her dress her dorsal fin pokes out as she floats there, trying to ignore her tail right now.

Twists her body when he looks at her questioning. She wants to change back... Even if this is a dream.]

[marreddreams]

[How long would it take for him to notice that the kelp he's resting on is beginning to burn? Not unlike a sunburn, and not unlike touching a poisonous type of coral. At the very least, it isn't an overwhelming sensation.]

[The longer you stay there, perhaps.]

[temporalwater]

[not very long. it's not supposed to burn-- never has, before. in a few seconds, he's already up and darted upwards, leaving behind a cloud of slowly settling silt where it was disturbed by a long, iridescently scaly tail.

he doesn't surface, though, instead lingering nearby, trying to figure out why. why did it burn?]

[marreddreams]

[Did the kelp always look like fingers? Like hands? Thousands of them - small, like a child's hand - are reaching for him in both a fond and possessive way. Don't leave.]

[And from somewhere - everywhere? - there is a low, grinding sound. Not unlike that of water sifting through a pipe, or a drain.]

[... was the lake always this shallow?]

[temporalwater]

[some species do. but they've never changed so suddenly mid-dream before. and as much as he'd like to sink back down to them, his lips are already curling back into a snarl.

and that sound. something he's always feared. and it's that fear and anger that drives him to dart over to the lake shore. hell, he'll climb up if he has to, to find out who the hell is draining his lake.]