59th of Spring, 513 11th bell Anchorage Flotilla
She didn't mean to see it, but she did. By nature no corrosive feelings stick long enough to haunt her, so this is a unique experience. Powering through the water under the barnacled underbelly of the Flotilla, Uleru is finding it difficult to keep a constant shape for this reason. Her fickle mind is winging between confusion and a simmering frustration stretched thin between a few different people, and her body is reflecting that.
For all her raging, she still followed Edreina and Razkar after their confrontation. Only to keep her friend safe since her respect and trust for the Myrian (at first non-existent) has tunnelled into the ground and entered the negative zone. She watched the Sevfra sympathize with him, watched him melt under her careful words, and watched them share a tender kiss.
A kiss! A kiss from the madman disguising himself as a nobel warrior!
She nearly misses the Goldengrotto as it sails past overhead. But she bets she knows its weathered hull as much as Edreina by now, and quickly clocks her speed. As her only human friend at the moment, she spends a rather disproportionate amount of time on that ship.
It takes her a second to pull herself back into her recognizable shape, where before she could whip it on like a comfortable hat. "You're just rattled, Uleru", she tells herself, finally pulling herself aboard. She made it before Edreina, thankfully.
Settling herself in the shade of the mast, she folds herself into a traditional crossed-legged position as she waits. Otani, being busy creatures, do not find it easy to sit still and reflect. They remember, and their memory is very good, but to gnaw over a tiny facet has been practically wiped from their form. But one fact is riding her back like a remora fish:
Laviku is not driving her. Not in the same way that he drives her to demand tribute, ferry messages or hunt his enemies. This is purely a self-modivated reaction. And that scares her. Is she, somehow, mistaken? Her motivation was to study this anomaly, play with it, and supervise it until it leaves. Now all she wants is to rat out the trespasser before he can do harm. Is she not even working with the blessing of the god she given herself to serve? Is this just ego?
The venomous thought is distracted and carried away as befitting a fluid creature. Her mind automatically grabbing onto something a bit less weighty. An old lullaby rises to the forefront of her mind, fittingly dark, and she closes her eyes to sing. Effectively distracting herself from thoughts of Myrians and gods and a red-headed woman.
"Go down you blood red roses, go down
Go down you blood red roses, go down
Oh, you pinks and posies
Go down you blood red roses, go down"
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