Galadriel has taken to only leaving Nerine when it rains. She doesn't see a point in leaving the cliffside territory when it has everything she needs within it: frothing ocean, dark beaches, and fickle weather.
There hasn't been much time since Rel discovered the water-magic that changed the very chemistry of her body, but she has spent nearly every waking second trying to understand it. Her control over it has been hastened by her lack of interest in literally anything else--hence why when a thunderstorm breaks out over the southern border of Nerine, it only takes a few minutes of concentration to sense where the water is traveling to.
The water-creature chases the crashing thunder and striking lightning, lithe legs fading in and out of liquid and solid states. She grins as she gallops, body bursting forth through copse after copse of trees until the Forest becomes too entwined for her to maintain such a speed. She weaves slightly slower now, altering her path to bring her parallel to the River. It babbles with the rushing noise of a body of water met with too much rainfall, and Galadriel feels her skin crawling with the energy it exudes.
It's too hard to resist the whispering river. Rel's body shivers and then bursts into liquid, melding with her lifesource as if she were born there. When she resurfaces, her head is there but instead of skin she is made up of constantly moving liquid. Even with her strange, impossible body, a grin of sheer delight is pleasantly spread across her face.
@Star we talked abt this forever ago and you were still on my list of starters <3