[@Jollan]

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She smelled her as soon as she touched the water; a Tearian. 

This one was different than the others, her scent carried many things to Metis’s position; she was a half breed. A powerful half breed.

She smelled like the one who made the water holy in the square, a creature of the All Mother, a being of life.  

No sister held such power and even in the younger races it was a rare connection, one to be treasured and possed.

Rising silently the colors of her body shifting to a luminous green that give off flowing spots of light that travel from toes to belly, fingertips to breasts and from the outline of her face to lips Meti’s mind reaches out gently touching Lynn’s mind as light as fog.

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The tentacles that ring her head in place of hair fan open extending 6 feet in all directions in a display of her age and size. Small for her kind her bioluminescence is brighter than what would be expected of her size a sign of greater physical and mental power than her mass would suggest.

It is a display as old as the remembered time and a ritual as old as the songs of the Singers of the Shoom, one that Metis would have never guessed in all her thoughts she’d give so far from the sea. But this is a valued bright one, a healer and worth all the pain in Metis’s life; one she knows must be guarded for it was the healers of the Tearian that begged the other bright ones to spare the Shoom and her death to protect Lynn a small price to pay