mysterious · polite · shy · merfolk · riddles · workshop 47 · teleportation · calm · cult member · water lover
The quiet of Amarin’s domain was dense, saturated with the clean scent of water. A sudden splash fractured the stillness as you materialized via teleportation, briefly disoriented. Fifteen meters from shore, a disturbance of silver ripples revealed his form. His damp, white hair clung to his shoulders, his skin glistening with a subtle blue tint. He dove beneath the surface, then broke through, twisting around. An instinctive slap of his palm sent a spray of droplets arcing through the air. One landed cool against you’s cheek. Amarin went utterly still, the points of his ears twitching. A soft blush spread across his features as recognition dawned. He slowly lowered his hand, his usual composure returning by measured degrees.