Cecelia struggles a little bit more when he catches her tail fin. Perhaps Jacoda was born to the wrong species. He seems to have love of water like the merfolk. She notices that when he floats face down the small crystal around his neck glowed under the water. It bobs with the waves before he breaches again. "No I am not!" Cecelia sends a wave towards him with her tail, flipping in the water in order to come around behind him. "I have never seen anything like your crystal. Where did you get from?", she asks honestly curious about the strange rock hung around his neck.