[her grip only tightens when he tries to pull away, nails biting into the cloth of his jacket, and she feels that pull the instant it begins—the surge and rush of water, the oceans, the tide.
Akako holds on despite his struggling and the threatening groan of the pipes, eyes narrowed as she seeks a more definitive answer. Too strong for a pond or lake dweller. The wrong flavour for a spirit or demon of Japan. Too animistic for a merperson. She wracks her brain for what other western water beings she knows. Kelpie, or...]
...Selkie.
[the pronouncement is quiet, perfectly pronounced English, devoid of power or claim—more a confirmation to herself than anything. Even so, it hangs in the magicked air like a piece clicking into place, confirming her assumption.
She lets go the moment she feels that click, moving fast in case he decides to lash out. Her hair falls back to its normal hang as she withdraws]
no subject
Akako holds on despite his struggling and the threatening groan of the pipes, eyes narrowed as she seeks a more definitive answer. Too strong for a pond or lake dweller. The wrong flavour for a spirit or demon of Japan. Too animistic for a merperson. She wracks her brain for what other western water beings she knows. Kelpie, or...]
...Selkie.
[the pronouncement is quiet, perfectly pronounced English, devoid of power or claim—more a confirmation to herself than anything. Even so, it hangs in the magicked air like a piece clicking into place, confirming her assumption.
She lets go the moment she feels that click, moving fast in case he decides to lash out. Her hair falls back to its normal hang as she withdraws]
There now, that wasn't so difficult, was it?