"—I'll drown you myself," Valeris finished, glaring at Freya, who just cackled and spun in the water, sending bubbles in all directions.
"Oh, you look amazing," Freya said, swimming circles around her. "Like a grumpy storm goddess. We should get you a trident and a throne made of kelp."
"Keep talking," Valeris muttered, "and I'll test whether mermaids can throw punches underwater."
Catherine, still adjusting to her new tail, floated nearby with wide eyes. "This feels so weird… but also kind of freeing." She flicked her tail gently and twirled in place, laughing as streams of light followed her movement.
Asher watched them all from a few steps away, or rather, a few graceful undulations of his new silver-black tail. His transformation had been smooth, his form lithe and strong. "I thought this would be ridiculous," he admitted. "But it's surprisingly… peaceful down here."
