[open] You are not one wave; any!

[Rezza]

appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.

She is near. In all honesty though, the only reason she is near is because she’d just gotten back from investigating the strange earthquake herself, and she has already been too far from her Queen for too long. It is vastly easier to just stay close  so she can easily be found when summoned, but it’s been unusually difficult to stay there when she has so many questions. Things have changed, and she needs to understand what their situation is now.

Surely Helice has guards all around Baltia right now (she always does), and Rezza imagines that if she ignored the stranger someone else, far more trained than she, would find him soon enough. Yet curiosity gets the better of her, for she cannot recall a time that someone new could come and join them in their waters. He has no tail or obvious magic, and yet clearly he can breathe just as surely as she can.

Unlike him, she looks like she belongs in the water. Her skin glows faintly, and her usual jellyfish tentacles swing in her mane. They are not menacing, though they certainly could be, should she be angry enough. Her lower half is in the shape of a long tail, her preferred method of moving about the water if she is not in her jellyfish form.

She swims into his view, assuming (perhaps wrongly) that her vision underwater is still better than his with her Baltian eyes. But then again, she does not know enough about these stranger or their magic to make any assumptions. ”I am Rezza,” she says, not unkindly, though certainly with some reserve. In her century of life (longer, really), she cannot recall a time that a stranger came, metaphorically speaking, knocking on their door, and she does not entirely know how she feels about it now. ”Who are you?”

REZZA

Photo by Alice Alinari

@Ahti