[color=teal][h3]Aava[/h3][/color]
[@Kinjaav][@Eviledd1984]
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[i]Little fish.[/i]
Aava's eyes closed as she held on tighter, her racing, undead heart calming down at the vaguely familiar nickname. Aava's newly fleshed out fingers tangled more into Evren's mane, finding a familiar scent and some unexpected warmth there. Aava was used to cold, so her state of undress felt completely natural to her, bur feeling the warmth of the beast's mane reminded her of something long lost even before she had lost her current self.
Aava took a deep breath and glanced around once more, eyes darting around for any source of water.
The morning fog had been quickly evaporating as the sun peeked above the treeline and buildings, painting a pale golden line on the horizon. Aava had been trying to grasp at the fleeting water in the air for some while now, but the water had only garhered up to a few drop's worth. Luckily they just so happened to run past a small fountain on the side of the street on what looked like a park of some sort. This was more than enough for Aava, whose hair began weakly swirling and tangling like a heap of snakes as her subconscious commanded the water to her will.
The water began pulling out of the fountain like a twisting rope in the air. Then it gathered into a large, floating globe of water, ready to attack their chaser. Only Aava didn't get a chance to launch her defense as a rock hit her square in the back, knocking the wind out of her and breaking her already weak concentration.
Aava coughed for air and the water she'd tried to command fell flat on the ground in an underwhelming splash.
[color=teal]"(I tried...)"[/color] Aava rasped. Her abilities were almost nonexistent on land. She wasn't fast or strong, and all she could do was kind of control water. In fact, she hadn't even been aware she could do it. It had always come to her as more of an instinct than as something she could willingly control, and even now, her attempt had fallen flat before she'd even gotten a chance.