You curl those blue lips in a grin while the water cascades around. It'll leave you soaked but who gives a fuck. The shower tap screeches as you cut off the flow and step back onto the sand. \n\nThe dew trapped against your body will keep you cool while you\n\n[[pray]]\n[[sing]]\n

Jess Waterhaven

<<set $pray to "yes">>Your power comes from the ocean and so that's where you return. Beckon to the waves and watch them knife forward, begging to touch your scales. \n\nYou blow a kiss to them, the magic tangled up in the webbing of your fingers. \n\nThe beauty of it all just makes you want to \n\n<<if $sing is "yes">>[[hunt]]<<else>>[[sing]]<<endif>>

Young people dance in the thrashing ocean and shout out over the thunder. You know every inch of this coast, every swell and flurry of water. You have lived here for a thousand years, and you'll live here for a thousand more.\n\nYou ponder this as you glide from the shore into the surf. \n\nThey cry as you pull them under.

You've got a night ahead of you, Jess, and I think you're gonna love it. \n\nWhy don't you put on [[some music|http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=am6rArVPip8]] and blow that candle out. Your oilslick eyes won't need light to guide your way. \n\nNow that you're comfortable, your night [[begins]].

@magicspacegirl

<<set $sing to "yes">>The sound bubbles up from your throat and bursts around you, more gargle than words. But it has its own poetry - the poetry of oases in a desert or the rushing back of water from the shore in the moments before a tsunami crashes. \n\nIt's the music of the things we hear as death approaches.\n\nFanning gills and running a purple tongue over needle teeth, you\n\n<<if $pray is "yes">>[[hunt]]<<else>>[[pray]]<<endif>>