<em>Well rolled! So you can spend that hold to have a little more control over her, otherwise she'll slish and slosh around with you!</em><br/><hr/>A vague feeling of mirrored contentment comes from the goo as humor returns to Lorelei's voice and she begins feeling the strands and pulls of Harmony.  At first finding the floating lines of power seems to be through a veil, the air dampening the reverberations that Lorelei knows to be present.  The little movements of the goo stop, still and waiting in anticipation, it's head turned in Lorelei's direction calmly, patiently waiting.  Then the bard turns and enters the water.<br/><br/>The cold, refreshing bite of the water feels natural to the mermaid as she takes on her form.  Even as she enters the sea, her perspective seems to change; her innate sense of gravity pointing her to place the sky above her head.  The push and pull of the current is odd, perhaps because it runs right up against the sand at an unnatural 90 degree angle.  Flowing and turning and dancing in the sea she sees the first true life she's seen since waking, little fish flittering about in the dark, cold water.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://bashooka.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/fantasy-creatures-13.jpg)</div>As she rises from the water again, she sees that the goo has become even softer, wetter, dribbled down.  It stirs at her voice, then is still.  The bard's singing cuts through the heavy weight of this place, reflecting the gloom while also being a piece of sweetness and vibrant life in a place that has clearly died.  The ribbons flicker and dance through the air before they wrap around the goo, seeming to draw it up bringing it's body into a mirrored form of Lorelei's, long hair inky and black, soft pale skin dark as night, long tail dripping.  "Free..." it purrs out, it's voice now aloud though no longer simply parroting Lorelei's.  With slow, deliberate movement it pulls itself up bringing it's body into a more human shape, losing some of it's fine details, once again vaguely feminine and featureless as it slides and trembles to the boat.<br/><br/>There is a moment of hesitation, then it steps in, slowly lowering itself into the shape of a seated person.  It watches Lorelei, head cocked to the side, "You will set me free someday?  That is a curious thing."  Then for a moment, it seems to smile.<br/><br/>Floating in the water next to the boat, things have begun to feel more right.  The sandy beach that they had walked upon now simply looks like a cliff-face and in the darkness above some stars have begun to form.  The stars seem somehow off, this is a different world from the one Lorelei came indeed, but their presence at all is a comfort.  And off on the horizon there is a slowly forming point of light, a glowing sunrise.<br/><br/><strong>Lorelei, what do you do?</strong>