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@kalona-ghigua

It had taken quite a while for you to get ready, but eventually you had made yourself at least kind of presentable and gotten your hair dry after diving up from the deep currents you found yourself usually dwelling. You’re a seadweller, of course you dwell the sea! It only made sense. Especially since you could hear your lusus down there and always easily locate her to feed her.

You had asked her permission to visit Kalona, and whilst she seemed concerned, Gl’bgolyb had allowed you to visit the troll, reminding you of self defense tactics in case that this could be a trap of your ancestor.

You wouldn’t leave unarmed of course, especially not by leaving your favorite weapon behind, the 2x3trident, which simultaneously doubled as your favorite object. You were so attached to the thing you just couldn’t bring yourself to go anywhere without it. Quite silly, no?

Your hair was dry and at least a little brushed now, wild curls and waves going althe way throughout it. It fell almost regally over your shoulders and back, reaching your heels. Some of the strands almost looked braided, whilst others were just wild in themselves, and once you’ve checked yourself in the mirror to make for a good, presentable heiress and not some sloppy deepsea fish waiting for culling you practice the smiling with the mirror again, so that it wouldn’t get to much on accident.

“Right, good, I think that shoald suffice.” Your voice isn’t exactly deep, you’re not that old yet. You know from tapes on the tv that your ancestor’s voice if deep and sounds almost otherworldly; with an accent only she had. You doubt that you have that accent. You tilt your had to the side. Seemed like there was stilla looot of time left for your voice to reach that level. It’s still rather feminine and medium high, so it shouldn’t seem too intimidating you think.

You smile at your reflection like a winner, before flipping your hair - that is, some of it’s parts that are hanging into your face - and grab your golden trident, FINALLY hopping onto the transportalizer. God you acted like such a girl, a human would say, spending so much time getting yourself presentable, and you’d tell them that they’re stupid and there’s no such thing as being “such a girl”. Not to mention, you’re a troll. You don’t even know what a girl really is.

You put the coordinates Kalona gave you with a surprisingly gentle touch, and once activated, the transportalizer zaps you away in a bright, white light towards the destination. Another zapping noise goes off as you arrive in a hive that immediatly strikes you as foreign. It smells differently here and the air feels less damp and salty, so not by the salt sea, you’d figure. Not a highblood, not that it mattered. You’re just really nosy.

Stepping off of the transportalizer seemed like a good idea, so with light and a movement that was  more graceful than you expected from yourself (which made you a little proud of yourself), you stepped off of the machine, curiously eyeing the room you were in, before calling out for your host and possible new friend.

S)(ello t)(ere newcomer!!

It’s s)(orely LOV--ELY to make yoar acquaintance, oar proverbial one anywave, so, u)(m, a)(oy, a)(a)(!!

My nam’s Feferi Peixes, )(eiress to t)(e Alternian T)(rone, oar to my Alternia’s t)(rone anywave. I don’t t)(ink t)(at counts foar otter tidelines...? W)(o cares, I need to learn )(ow to manage one (1) Alternia already, and bouy, it’s a mess....

Boat! I )(ave goals and ideals I want to ac)(ieve, fins I want to c)(ange once I’m ---Empress!

Biq, rgsrqsa ekir riasx!! Oar in englis)(, “Now, t)(at was a lot to say!” Sorry if I )(appen to c)(ew yoar audio organs off, e)(e)(.