Benshira, how exotic. She knows those people only from stories and a few blue-eyed travelers. She's been to the deserts coast, but what wasn't a sun kissed avatar with more hands than is strictly necessary was a slave. And though she would never admit it to this new young woman, the resident race didn't paint her particular breed of human in a very favorable light. Kelvics didn't escape their scorn either, though she has seen too few of their 'pets' down by the water to know the extent of their scorn.
"Eyktol eh? Been there once. Didn't like the locals much. Then again, they didn't quite like me either." Now waist deep in the clear water she has her shifting abilities back. And with it she grows two extra sets of arms, positioning the hands in various poses of boredom (cupped under her chin, resting on her hips and crossed over her chest) in what is an unmistakably Eypharian way.
"This magnificence of the ocean, its beautiful creatures and all its wondrous mysteries bore me" she drawls in an insultingly exaggerated, but surprisingly accurate, Eypharian accent. "So", she Otani clips back in her own waterborne voice, smug smile on her face "I dragged the lovely lady out of her boat so she could have a better look at what she was missing. I've had a bad reputation with them ever since."
Laughing like a child, the moulding throws up all six of her new appendages to splash Dust with a great spray of water.
"Its not cold! Its perfect. Come along, you'll get used to it." she wades over to her new friend and takes both her hands in a pair of her own, leading her into the water a few steps at a time. She's learned that almost every animal can naturally swim. It's the humans that complicate the motion and end up drowning themselves with their insecurities. So, logically, Kelvic's are better swimmers, right?
Once the two are shoulder deep Uleru takes Dust by the back of the head and pushes up the small of her back with another, getting her to float on her back.
"See? Piece of cake. Now don't move your arms like you're flying, imagine that the water is a bunch of gravely bits or sand and you're trying to pull it towards you. Then you'll glide right over top." Not being the best fixed-form swimmer, nor the best teacher, this explanation is quite lacking. But she tries her best to guide the Kelvic through the motions.
At this point Sybel swims up behind the pair and asks, with an unreadable spark in her eye, how Uleru is going to show them the into deeper water. The Otani's smile turns positively impish.
"Like this, come on" she disappears under the water and swims further out from shore, surfacing a few lengths away, and turning back to Sybel. "Now, open your mouth. A nice small 'o'" she demonstrates, opening her own mouth to a kind of shocked expression. "I'm going to pull you under water and when I do I want you to breath out nice and steady. Ready?" she asks, but moves on before she receives an answer, "one, two, three, deep breath!"
She pushes the Benshira under the waves by the shoulders, and follows right behind. Sybels browned skin sparkles under the fractured light, and her dark mane flows above her in a way that incites a familiar pang of jealousy out of the Otani. Oh how she's always loved human hair! Keeping one pair of hands on her shoulders to battle her natural buoyancy, the other goes to the sides of her face to hold her steady. She pulls dijed into the cavity of her chest, distending it sightly as she pulls much more than is necessary, and it looks for all the world like the moulding is filling with a pearly white gas. But it doesn't take long for the dijed to dissolve into colorless air with her Reimancy.
Then, with a quick motion and no warning, the Otani locks her mouth onto Sybel's and gently pushes the air into the Benshira. While to anyone witnessing the exchange it would look like an unconventional kiss, a more fit comparison would be a strange kind of CPR. The violation of personal space and the poor woman's state of undress is completely lost on the Otani. But she herself enjoys a secret pleasure from the solidity and heat the woman's body has that her own sorely lacks. The awkwardness to the moulding comes from this being a uniquely sexual pleasure for her, but here is no other delivery method she can think of. Perhaps it was best that Uleru dragged her underwater to demonstrate, lest leering Akalak or Sybel's beloved are watching.
While she has done this Reimancy trick before (to the same boy she played the horrible prank on, no less) she is always scared of giving too much air and hurting them. So she backs off once there is a slight play of resistance.
Still holding both Sybel's face and shoulders, Uleru still has an extra pair of hands with which to give a thumbs up. A short-hand for 'are you ok?'. She points down then, bringing her attention to the landscape of coral beneath them. Still being relatively close to shore the reef is not terribly far away, and Sybel could have swam there herself with just a lung full of air. But with a few breaths every few minuets from the Otani the Benshira could stay under and explore as long as she wants.
