It started with the Crescent Bay's Festival of the Moon Fish. Look-See's two forms never lacked for anything. She had one form that got her places and it was the one she was born with. She could eat up distance with her longer limbs and she could wear more flowers than her other form. Her flox form was not to be slighted as it had its use as well. Flowers and their blooms smelled all the sweeter in this smaller form. She could even fit more of her head into the petal funnel of goodness. She was a curious and accidentally pollinator of the swamp. She came for the delightful fragrances and even for the ones that did not emit a so called fragrance. There was something in the air that zinged about her and added to her happiness when she was around flowers. But damn her forms, she could not survive underwater. This beach bum had been working on expanding her lung and breathwork but she had to invariably come up for air. As it was, there were flowers or sea anemones under the wave and in either form, she could not reach them. She wasn't sure if they would smell anything but the salty sea but that was something she was curious to find out first hand. Tired from the sunbathing, Look-See slept and she dreamt.

Look-See woke up groggily in the dream and kicked out with her feet and tossed her hair back and felt... nothing. Just freedom. And when she pivoted to see if her tail would cause drag, she was amazed at how swift it was. There was very little drag. She moved in circles in the freeing movements and with useless eyes anyway, it took a long time for her to realize she was in water. Her favorite home since joining the tribe, it was as natural as breathing to be in the water. The water felt cool and warm in that perfect temperature. She swam in circles with that reckless abandon that was equally due to the dream and sheer joy.

Finally.

At long last she could dive even to the shallow coral reefs to where the underwater floral lived. Brushing against the wrong form, she felt spikes, but not the accompanying fire. "Urchin" she recognized in her brain, but not the fire type that burns for days. And finally her cheeks felt what she sought. Their soft petals and tubular forms shying away as she drew closer. How all the fisherkin of the tribe had described it to her! Ever so gentle, she nuzzled against them and because it was a dream and the urchin didn't maim or hurt her, she took a small nibble. She was delighted. In this dream, limits were nonexistant, and to prove that point, she swam straight to the surface with all the speed she could muster. She had no destination in mind, but zoomed from one side to the other, enjoying her freedom in this form and the efficiency amid the water. Flox and kimeti were great, but now this form was a serious contender. There were shallow pools of water in the area the tribe claimed. She could sunbathe in a new form.