This time, when Mesarez emerges from the water it is night - but he’s just as conspicuous as he had been during the day. Like in the depths, his body glows beneath the moon - casting soft pale blue light around him.

He likes the night better, he decides. Though the sky is still far too open, it feels a little more like moving through the dark waters of his home.

Everything looks different now as well, the shadows condensing on themselves. Little in this place glows, it is a world created to exist under the sun, but there are a few other moving creatures casting their own light that he can make out through the trees where he paces along the edge.

Mesarez is powerfully curious about this land and those within it, but some instinct keeps him out of the forest. He’s wandering a shoreline that doesn’t look like a shoreline, not yet. As though the land had simply sank and there had been no time yet for the relentless push and pull of the waves to smooth rocks into pebbles and sand. He had been underwater in Baltia when the earth had quaked, so he does not know that the earth sinking is exactly what had happened. He isn’t aware that what he is pacing is still the fresh wound of lands erased from the continent.

All he knows is that it’s been just as interesting exploring this wide channel as it has been the land itself.

Though he has no ears to perk, his attention snaps quickly to the sound of movement nearby - if he’s lucky, he won’t need to enter the forest to find some entertainment. Maybe it’ll come right to him.

Though he’s had decades to practice schooling his features from showing his true reactions, Mesarez isn’t always the best at it. Surprise flashes across his illuminated face when he takes in the stranger that comes to a stop nearby. She could be a Baltian, and he almost thinks that she is one until he gives her a good look over. The eyes give her away - that and the greeting she gives.

It isn’t often he goes unrecognized by his own kind - after all, he is a prince who’s spent the better part of a century avoiding whatever he should be doing in favour of travelling around and meeting whoever he can.

Surprise easily fades into delight as he watches as she holds her head high - a smile growing at words she uses as a greeting.

Mesarez feels at ease talking to strong mares since there’s no shortage of them in his life, and he quickly relaxes here on this strange shore in her company. Although he feels generally uneasy being on land, conversation is something he delights in and the prospect of it erases any discomfort from his mind.

“Good, I like being special.” The bright grin that accompanies the words leaves little doubt that he means them. “You’re pretty unique yourself.” He offers back as those black and silver eyes look her over again. They catch for a moment on the rattle at the end of her tail, and he can’t quite help but ask with obvious curiosity “Does that mean you’re dangerous?”

Mesarez doesn’t miss the way she sharply looks away after her eyes move across his body - though he’s not quite sure why. Disgust is easy to assume - which is, of course, ridiculous. Even here on land he is pretty sure he’s reasonably good looking. A question for another time, he thinks, as they move on to topics that encourage a grin rather than confusion.

She might not enjoy her status as unique but Mesarez is glad to hear there are not many like her - he’s not sure he could handle Beqanna if it were otherwise. Too much of a good thing, and all that, though he wasn’t above gorging himself when the mood suited him.

And that grin only brightens when she confirms she is dangerous. There is no laughter in his expression - for he certainly has no trouble believing her and he’s rather delighted by this information. The sound of the rattle and the flash of her fangs excite the warrior within him, and he wouldn’t mind testing his mettle against hers. Purely for education and enjoyment, of course.

She relaxes for now but he isn’t likely to forget those fangs any time soon.

“I’m Mesarez, and I’m only a threat in a general sense.” Mesarez returns her flash of teeth with one of his own, a crocodile smile that gleams for an instant. The hint of a secret under his translucent skin that hides little else. “But specifically to this moment, no. Unless the situation calls for it.” There’s a small pause and then he just can’t help but add with a sly grin and another tilt of his head - “Do you think it will, Frey?”