I'm going to be sitting in the Templum's infirmary, thinking thoughts of seafoam and seashores and bloated skin when I'll be introduced to yet another demigod race.
"Safiya. Call me Saph." the wet mess of kohl and braided hair carried in by the lesser Malhotra will croak at me, from her sick bed. Shapeshifter, Pia will explain, daughter of Loki, a Norse demigod, she'll say, and I'm remembering other sopping wet bodies who didn't croak to me.
The sea is cursed and yet I always find my way back to it. Always.
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