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It had taken some time to move to her newest location but Metis was satisfied with the water though it lacked her accustomed salinity. It was what the surface dwellers called a bath, the water was almost as hot as the edges of a Smoker she used as a nymph for hunting and defense. It was strange water more for its purity than lack of salt and like much of the Vrondi Place a place of excess, proof of how they pampered themselves.

She’d settled down into the crevices of three large stones that were placed where they were like the art on the wall of the glittering structure for appearance and like a screen to separate one side of it from the other. Beautiful and dark the huge rocks made an excellent hunting blind for the little curled up Octo who blended in with the color and texture on the bottom of the bath; few could with any ease visually tell she was not just another large stone laying there.

Her hearing better than even the beautiful Tearian was the product of brutal evolution and normally used to enhance the range of her passive echolocation but here in these shallow waters as long as no one made excessive splashes allowed her to listen to near and far conversations of others in the same waters. (Sound travels faster and farther in water)