No OOC stuff yet. Maybe some rolls when we start exploring ^_^<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&amp;id=0B7qT0sYksmzhcW1nN004Q3RIUU0)</div>Lorelei cannot help from taking a detour, letting go of the boat from time to time and greet the fish. Giddy and laughing as she moves about them, moving curiously to the ones that she had never seen the like before. Eyes wide with child-like curiosity. Occasionally even tapping the Harmony; sweet upbeat tones as she lures the fish into a ballet with song. Then bursting through the surface, meeting a gaze that can only be described as blank. She had no idea how to interpret the lack of emotion from the creature, at least at first, and would slink down to move the boat. Again, childlike expression but that of one being caught doing something they know they shouldn’t be doing.<br/><br/>The more the creature opens up, the more Lorelei’s mood lightens, “No no no.” Her head shaking in response to the creature’s suggestions for names. It was then the mermaid noticed that it had taken a shape similar to hers, fin and all. It was… flattering of a sorts and if the creature was going to take the shape of a mermaid then, “Those are not proper names for a mermaid, Lynn. That is now your name and will be from this point forth. Do you like it?” At which point Lorelei flops up on the boat’s bow. It tilts partially forward as she rests her elbows and plants her chin on top of her hands, staring agog at Lynn, desperately wanting her new friend to like the name. Of course in this position she shows ample cleavage, the diaphanous top clinging nearly clear from being wet revealing their fullness pressed against the boat.<br/><br/>“Mental energy? Grounding?” the bard calls back, having to raise her voice over the sound of her splashing; having returned to pulling the craft along again but with renewed vigor she is moving at quite the pace. Laughing at one point, “My gosh, Tradak would love this! The creature bonded to other minds who only learned the value of freedom from being enslaved. He loved irony.” She paused again and swam up to the side of the boat to speak with Lynn, looking a little sad, “But you don’t know him. I think about him often, wonder if he died peacefully with his sons. Or maybe somehow he is still alive.” She looked down solemnly and then dove again, coming up in front of the boat to continue their journey forward.<br/><br/>She was getting a little tired, not only that but the draw of someplace new was irresistible. Finally the reassurance that this might be a way home filled her heart and eased aching muscles. Again, moving faster she drew the boat up to the sand. “We’ll see if there are enough minds for you. And they are of the right sort too of course,” Lorelei smirks, her voice raised a little at the end to make accent the point that she was looking out for Lynn. “If not and all these islands have a way home then we will try again until you find a proper place,” her voice slightly teasing. Like a teacher talking to child student about how to conduct themselves in civilized company. She flopped on the beach though, just too tired to walk after a moment of surveying. Her fin started to unwind and once more she had legs, “Shattering? What do you mean Lynn?” Lorelei laid on her back, looking up at the sky and hopefully some clouds, trying to imagine what the shapes look like. Her chest raised and fell with deep breaths as she listens. In the end she sat up, not quite expecting the question Lynn asked. Though her answer was simple, “I do not let the defenseless suffer. It pains me to see harm someone so,” she hesitated, “even if their heart isn’t very pure. All must be given a chance to repent. That is our way.”