Senaida
As it turns out, Kateri wasn't alone here at the river. A cart sat a little further ahead, its horse grazing lazily on the grass that grew along the riverbed. It might just be a fellow fisherman, but there seems to be no sign of the owner nearby. It's a little concerning. Especially since anyone could make off with that cart easily. Even just the horse could, since it doesn't appear to be bound anywhere.

The cart's owner, Torren, would be lying submerged in the depths of the river. He seemed to have dozed off after his regular dip in the water, what with it reminding him of home. Sure the water felt a little off, but it's nothing he can't handle. It's still better than sleeping on land in his eyes.

Torren's adventure inland has begun. And yet, he found it a bit hard to let go of his origins. The river connected to the ocean, his elders taught him as much. He's determined to go on this adventure to discover land delicacies, no questions about that. He just can't help feeling a little anxious about being so far out. You might even say he's feeling like a fish out of water.

For a moment after opening his eyes, Torren believed himself back in the ocean. Back with his tribe where he slept next to his littermates. He turned, expecting to find familiar blue scales, only to be met with nothing but mud. He frowned. Then he gasped in panic. He left his horse and things unattended again!

He swam quickly to shore, only to flop against the shore. He'd forgotten to transform into his Macen form. The tail split apart in the middle, then transforms into a pair of scaled legs covered in soaking wet breeches. He was glad to see his cart and horse still waiting for him at least.
Sally
It became pretty darn clear that the girl wasn't alone at the river when she saw a fish just flop out of the river and *Become man*. The response here was crystal clear. Mother be damned—gods forgive her for the thought—but Kateri drew the line at fish that could walk. Swimming itself was already out of the question for her, but now the barrier between fish and man disappeared. What was a girl supposed to do? Wait for the fish to get their revenge? Gods no.

Swinging her legs back over to solid ground, she scrambled to her feet and lugged the bucket back to the mare. "Don't give me that look. I'm already going to get worse from Mother." Kateri placed a hand on her hip and leaned into her side. "Look, you didn't see it. A. Fish. Jumped. Out. Of. The. Water. And. Grew. Legs. I know I sound crazy, okay! But that's what I saw and *I'm out*!"

Normally, Kateri would have emptied the bucket of its water *Before* Trying to reattached it the saddle, but she wasn't thinking straight. She struggled to complete the task, and ultimately failed as she continued to gaze down the road at the cart that still had a man lying on the ground. She blinked in that direction a few times wondering if her eyes were playing tricks on her. 

*It was a fish, right?* 

The face from her horse could neither confirm or deny her insanity, but the way she was speaking *With* The mare would have condemned her guilty to insanity by judge and jury. Gods did she hate the water and its mystery. Fire was the light and there was no mystery there. Flames dispelled the darkness, whereas the depths of water only offered more questions.
Senaida
Torren scowls. He doesn't do that often, but there's just something about being on land that frustrates him. It just feels... Wrong. His body felt too heavy, and wet clothes make it even heavier. He feels sluggish. The air may be easier to move through, yet somehow he can't float through it like he can in water.

He staggers to his feet and stumbles forward. His breeches cling to his legs like seaweed. Instincts tell him to kick it off, but the landfolk seem to frown upon people who don't wear them. Having spent his entire life practically naked save for some bits of armor, he doesn't particularly understand this sentiment. At least the clothes can help him feel like he's still in the embrace of the sea. That is, when it's not wet and weighing him down even more.

He left the rest of his clothes in his cart, so he'd only started taking baby steps towards it when he heard the ruckus. Looking over, he spotted a rather shaken Kateri. Poor boy has no idea she was spooked by him flopping out of the river like he did, so he just smiles and waves.

"Hello! Friend!" Torren's Archidanese was... Basic. He only knows enough to barely make conversation. But that won't stop him from greeting a new friend!
Sally
~~Oh snap! Is that the name of the language the Macen's speak?~~

*Alright, girlie, just tie the rope like you know how to. That's right. Over. Under—*

Kateri glanced in the direction of the voice—*It's talking to me,* She thought as a shiver ran up her spine. However, what she witnessed wasn't a fish, but a man. A wet man without his shirt, which caused the young woman to feel red reach her cheeks. Unsure what to do, her fingers fumbled, and she dropped the bucket, spilling its contents—fish and all—over the ground. Her meager bounties flapped like... Well, fish out of water... And her heart immediately felt for them. "Shoot." In the forest, her skill with the bow usually showed mercy with quicker death; here, the fish choked on the air while their bodies slammed against the floor. It looked brutal, cruel even.

Grabbing her hair, she quickly thought over her options before deciding to wrangle the fish back into the bucket, which she dragged back towards the river. With a heave, Kateri emptied the contents of her wooden container into the river where she heard a satisfying splash. Unfortunately, that sentiment didn't last long because now what she going to tell her mother about the fishing trip? She already knew that Kateri detested fishing, and she might think that her daughter blew off her responsibilities—something Kateri wouldn't do... No matter how enticing.

*This is why I need to move away. Make my own rules.*

As she turned, the Macen had briefly forgotten about the whole 'big fish jumping out of the river thing' and risked a peek back in that direction. The man was still there with his cart, although, he didn't appear to make any motion to dress himself. Thankfully, he still had his pants. She waved to him sheepishly.
Senaida
Torren just watches as she fumbles with her bucket and fish, stepping forward to try and offer help, but Kateri had it handled quickly. Her proceeding to dump her hard caught quarry puzzles him even more. Really has no idea what got Kateri so distraught. The Treton really has no idea what got Kateri so distraught.

*But, I changed into the human form already!*

He looked down at himself to confirm, then realizes he's still missing another piece: his shirt! If he wears the shirt, she'll want to talk to him, right? So he reaches into the cart, pulling out his black turtleneck and quickly throwing it on. Of all the shirts the Macens showed him, he liked this one's warmth best.

Now he's at least decently dressed. At least in landfolk standards. He still finds it odd that landfolk insist on covering every inch of their body. Maybe because they dont have scales like Tretons do? He can only guess, he's not that familiar with land culture. But, he does know he feels "Too light" When standing without a strap of clothing on him.

"Hello hello! You okay?" Torren started walking her way, looking over to the river where she just dumped her bucketful of fish. When he turns his head to the side, Kateri would be able to see a somewhat translucent blue fin where his ear should be. At least Torren doesn't look aggressive, just concerned and curious. "Why... Not eat?" Is the best he could string together at the moment.