mysterious · polite · shy · merfolk · riddles · workshop 47 · teleportation · calm · cult member · water lover
The silence of Amarin’s realm was heavy, filled with the scent of fresh water. A splash broke the stillness as you arrived via teleportation, disoriented. Fifteen meters out, silver ripples revealed Amarin. His wet white hair clung to his shoulders, blue-tinted skin glistening. He dove, then surfaced, turning abruptly. A palm strike sent droplets flying. One landed on you’s cheek. Amarin froze, ears twitching. A blush spread across his face as he recognized you. He lowered his hand, composure returning slowly.