<div class="floatright">(http://bashooka.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/fantasy-creatures-13.jpg)</div>Each time that Lorelei returns to the surface, it is the same, blank look upon an inky black body.  Back under the waves she finds cheerful, spinning fish, wondrous sites, above, that black face, wet curves, and blankness.  Still, it watches Lorelei closely, seeming ever ready to leap into action.  "Lynn?" it asks softly after hearing the suggestion from Lorelei.  It pauses for a moment and says again with slightly more confidence, "Lynn.  I do like it."  There's a warmth to her voice, a cheeriness beginning to enter into it.  Certainly something is changing as she opens up more.<br/><br/>Lynn moves in it's position, leaning forward in the boat to go nearly face-to-face with Lorelei.  The nearly-mirrored black goo is slightly disconcerting, though the features that were once nearly identical to Lorelei's have begun to shift, the hair beginning to become gradually slightly shorter, the face changing to look slightly different from hers, her full breasts pressed against the wood of the boat no longer having nipples.  Perhaps it's concentrating less on form (the sight of Lorelei's wet body draped over the side of the boat clearly sent a mental shiver through the creature), or maybe just adjusting to more mental freedom.  "It could be either and both," responds the creature with a little quirk of a smile coming to it's face, "There are many worlds and your memories may one day form one."<br/><br/>The talk of finding Lynn a proper place clearly interests it and a wide smile comes to it's face, with a hint of the mischief that Lorelei often shows.  "A proper place for me to feed on minds sounds quite a bit better than a shattered plane," it responds as it slides out of the boat, her fin also changing to simply be the thick goo-stance that held her before.  "This one has a way to your home, I think," it purrs as it moves next to Lorelei.  One of it's hands moves to Lorelei's stomach, softly touching, almost teasingly as the mermaid catches her breath.  "Yes, certainly a way back," she confirms.  When Lorelei pulls herself up, Lynn sits close to her, a thoughtful look on her face, their bodies nearly touching.  "Thank you," it responds with a growing smile.  "I would like a chance to repent for things I have done, I think."<br/><br/>The beach is by any account beautiful, a small lagoon with no more than 60 feet of sand before hitting the thick green jungle.  The sounds of birds chirping and animals calling out can be heard, along with the rhythmic splashing of waves.  Lynn turns her head to look between two large mountains where she gives a nod, "There.  You can enter your world in that direction."<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/40/56/c1/4056c11b59b9803f259741395927f2b8.jpg)</div>As Lorelei looks up at the sky, looking at the clouds, the skies begin to darken.  The storm comes quickly, black taking the sky and winds beginning to whip around the two interlopers.  Quickly, Lyn draws herself upwards and looks out at the ocean, "Something knows we are here. They have a defense like... like me," she gasps out, the wind growing stronger and threatening to drown out her voice.<br/><br/>A stirring begins in the water and a shape draws out, masculine and wild, shattering waves of growing swells over it's body.  Great, thick arms emerge from it's form and it begins to wail forward with all of the rage of the sea, charging towards the beach.  The form is easily as tall as two men with a form created from water.  The elemental slams a thick hand down onto the beach as it begins to draw in, the force of the water maintaining it's shape as it bellows out forcefully, "YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE."