[color=teal][h3]Aava[/h3][/color]
[@Kinjaav][@yoyohayli]
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[i]Aava! I'm Aava!
Home to the lake. Home to the lake. Okay. Yes.[/i]
Aava followed her friend and the other man silently, curious eyes darting around and her hair moping the ground behind them. She anticipated getting back to her lake. It had been so long, she'd spent centuries trapped in some collector's tiny jar, no room to move or to think. Too long, so long she'd forgotten everything.
The men were talking along the way, and Aava listened to the strange words intently. What a weird language. She didn't understand it, but her mind was intently following it.
They eventually, after climbing some, reached an apartment. Aava didn't recognise it, but she just kept following the lead of her friend, letting him nearly pull her along while her curious eyes darted around the apartment, fingers dying to touch some of the weird objects.
They reached a room with a tub. Aava eyed it warily.
[i]Where is the lake? Where?[/i]
Then water began pouring into it. Aava's eyes lit up, and her grip to her friend's hand tightened in anticipation. Soon the man helped her into the porchelain tub that was filled to the brink with water. It was too warm for Aava's taste, but lukewarm enough to not hurt her. Aava gladly sunk into the tub as far as she could, only her eyes and the top of her head poking out of the water as her eyes darted between the two men curiously.
Half of Aava's hair was still outside of the tub, dragging the bathroom tiles like seaweed. The other half flowed in the water like algae.
[i]'Is this my lake?'[/i] Aava wondered, her asking eyes looking at her friend with a puzzled and searching look. Aava's grip tightened around the man's hand, but not painfully.
Recieving confirmation, Aava splashed around just a bit, revelling in the extra space she'd gained. Much more than the crammed jar she'd been trapped in. Looking at the men with the tip of her head poking out of the water, Aava blew bubbles onto the surface - a sign she was content and satisfied.