Airyaman
His eyes shone at the immortal woman as he turned his head. Airyaman answered in the same voice as a moment before, in contrast with his change of appearance, "The latter, if I had to say. Really, it's just like doing stretches."
Glamours aside, the malleable structure of his body was a convenient thing to enchant and to frighten, but its experience was difficult to explain. It was not like changing expression, but to a human perhaps it was perhaps as if you could decide the length of your steps. The eeriness of what he considered normal and intrinsic was poorly defined through his own eyes.
"I can tell you're well traveled," the sorcerer continued, leaning slightly over her direction with a focused gaze on her eyes, water and vapor making his subtle scales gleam. "What was the strangest you've -"
His question was interrupted, as the whispering sprites and translucent nymph-like stares hanging just at the surface of the bath burst into a giggle. He slipped on the bottom without warning and was shoved forward by a mean splash, sending him falling onto Xiu's body head-first.
