Sitting in the shade, her dark blue one piece swimsuit covering her chest and winding between her tentacles, Kat smiled, her face covered by the same scarf as always, the cool, calm breeze felt nice against her skin, which goosebumped at the mixture of cool air, and warm sand beneath her. She wasnâ€™t sure whether or not she would swim, but watching the others made her giggle to herself. Angela seemed just as hesitant as she did, maybe more so. What did she have to worry about? She was pretty, normal, and apparently looked decent in a two piece. Kat stared at her legs, envious, almost cursing Angela for being even remotely shy. She sighed, and ran a soft, fleshy hand along a couple of intertwining tentacles, they felt rubbery, clamy, cold, as one would imagine. She again forced a smile, and pulled her vision away from Angela. She looked to the water, Donta swimming, waiting for the girls to join him. Kat wasnâ€™t far from the water, she could easily make her way into it, and would easily be the best swimmer. She laughed at the prospect of a race.<br/><br/>She swallowed hard, she didnâ€™t want to uncover her face, which she saw as a horrid shadow of human. She couldnâ€™t really wear her scarf into the water, or not do so and expect to swim well. Her eye flicked back to Angela, through the spite and envy, she felt an odd pang of sympathy for the girl. Again, she swallowed hard, and lifted herself from her chair. Her tentacles spread out over the ground, barely able to keep her upright. As they pulled her towards the water, her arms hefting her upper body to move quicker, her tentacles took in the sand, she tasted it, felt it, could tell you how many particles were in each sucker on each tentacle. The water was warm in the shallower ends, but undoubtedly colder in the deeper parts. Kat slid gracelessly into the water, her tentacles shooting forth digging into the ground, wrapping around rocks, branches, anything, in an attempt to move her girth. As she made it to the water, she smiled, it was really warm, and she felt very calm. With a soft click, her hydrolizer was removed, and tossed to land in the chair. She was free.<br/><br/>With one final heft her upper body slid far enough into the water that she could simply lay back and jet water through her mantle to move. With a quick burst, one she was not altogether ready for, she was off, her tentacles straight out in front of her. All in all, she was big, about 42 feet long in total, most of which was tentacle, and in the water, she moved like no other creature could. She was fast, agile, graceful, angelic. She took a deep breath, water running smoothly over her gills. While not the most comfortable sensation, once youâ€™ve gotten used to air, water is very calming to breath. She turned sharply as she neared the depths of the lake, the light overhead dimming, the water a chilling cold. She smiled, and spun in place, she could see the ripples surrounding Donta, and made her way to them.<br/><br/>As she breached, she smiled, her icy blue eyes full of life. She reached up to move her scarf, only to find that her scarf had fallen off, she had moved too quickly. Her mantle and lower face felt naked, and she was suddenly aware of her appearance. Her face was misshapen by human standards, her eyes were huge, as large as saucers, the iris a slit, her mouth bore no lips, but looked similar to a simple cut across her face, behind the opening no pearly whites, but instead a dangerous, black beak, similar to a parrotâ€™s. Her nose wasnâ€™t present either, replaced instead with a small bulge, and two holes. She gritted her beak, and pushed herself back under the water quickly, in search of her scarf.