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Funfetti is truly a rare breed when she has her Nirik rage as a Seapony. Her hair and caudal fin present themselves not as flames while a Seapony, but as a substance not unlike lava, flowing out away before receding back to her like a lava-lamp. When she leaves the water, her hair and fin erupt continually and violently until she drops the Nirik transformation. The lava cools into obsidian and can be collected and processed.
Original Description:
Funfetti is truly a rare breed when she has her Nirik rage as a Seapony. Her hair and caudal fin present themselves not as flames while a Seapony, but as a substance not unlike lava, flowing out away before receding back to her like a lava-lamp. When she leaves the water, her hair and fin erupt continually and violently until she drops the Nirik transformation. The lava cools into obsidian and can be collected and processed.
That’s impossible, you think. Fire doesn’t burn in water. Perhaps someone tossed something boiling-hot over the side when you weren’t looking? But something like that would’ve cooled off quickly you soon realize, and it especially wouldn’t be moving. As you look the glow drifts in circles, seemingly thrashing about with uncontrollable rage.
Stunned into silence by what you’ve seen you begin to hear something in the background as well, beyond the noise of the bubbles before you. It’s low-pitched like the rumble of a seasoned mariner, yet screeched in the same manner as a seagull attempting to intimidate said mariner out of their lunch. It almost seemed like… yelling?
Now and again you manage to pick out something resembling words, and as you begin to suspect that whatever is down there is both capable of thought and enraged beyond reason and besides which apparently on fire deep beneath the ocean surface, a deep foreboding settles within you. Whatever it is was perfectly capable of coming up here and incinerating your disconcertingly flammable ship and everyone on board any time it liked. What was there to do to stop it? You didn’t have any weapons. All you did was trade cargo, and there were no pirates around here to need them.
All you can do is sit and wait, and pray to whatever watched over sailors at a time like this that it never noticed you. So you return to your post, pretending nothing is amiss. With any luck you’ll forget this ever happened. Maybe even forget that so many things lurk in the dark of the ocean. And perhaps, with a lot of drink, forget how easily you could become one of them.
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