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Sometimes the tail could be cumbersome. Sometimes. Like now. Now the tail was cumbersome. Elysia hauled herself onto the beach after being chased by a couple of people who would rather keep NOVA around - in their tiny fishing dingy, no less. With her palms outstretched and over the base of her tail, she started to pull the water from the surface of her skin to dry herself off. Once dry, her legs would come back and she could walk back to the district.
As her hands moved to position and water droplets started beading atop her seafoam green scales before they rose into the air and dissipated, she noticed the presence of someone nearby. Having been caught in the act, Elysia looked up at her company and gave them a sheepish smile, cheeks pink and her hands still hovering over her tail, which had only started to dry. “Uh... hi.”









