((OOC: Bia is based on this bit of Brazilian folklore, if you're curious.))
A. Well, this is new. It isn't the mortal realm she knows, but it's not the Encante, either. She doesn't know of any third option. So that's... a thing. Is someone playing a joke on her?
But, more importantly, she is at a party. Parties are almost her very favourite thing, because parties mean delicious food, and music, and dancing, and Bia is absolutely the last person ever to question why there is a party. There should always be a party, and she should be at it.
So she weaves among the tables, grabbing small bits of food but also grabbing random hapless passerby to scoop them up into a dance. Is there even music? It doesn't matter, because Bia comes with her own, a combination of wordless singing and the percussion of fingers and hands and feet. She is not sorry for the inconvenience.
B
Wings. Wings.
Such madness. Shapeshifting isn't a big deal. Shapeshifting is just normal for her. Still, shapeshifting from dolphin to human is one thing, and shapeshifting into human-but-with-bug-wings is completely different. Some sort of pinkish... butterfly... moth... thing. Bia's not good with bug names, okay. They're there. They are generally not delicious. They're important she guesses but it's mostly stuff she doesn't care about. Bugs.
Still, the proper and sane thing to do is try them out.
It's not like swimming, which is by far the superior mode of transportation. Gravity is stupid. Still, she tumbles awkwardly through the air, laughing hysterically, holding her broad straw hat on with one hand when she somersaults upside down, over people's heads.
Bia | OC
A.
Well, this is new. It isn't the mortal realm she knows, but it's not the Encante, either. She doesn't know of any third option. So that's... a thing. Is someone playing a joke on her?
But, more importantly, she is at a party. Parties are almost her very favourite thing, because parties mean delicious food, and music, and dancing, and Bia is absolutely the last person ever to question why there is a party. There should always be a party, and she should be at it.
So she weaves among the tables, grabbing small bits of food but also grabbing random hapless passerby to scoop them up into a dance. Is there even music? It doesn't matter, because Bia comes with her own, a combination of wordless singing and the percussion of fingers and hands and feet. She is not sorry for the inconvenience.
B
Wings. Wings.
Such madness. Shapeshifting isn't a big deal. Shapeshifting is just normal for her. Still, shapeshifting from dolphin to human is one thing, and shapeshifting into human-but-with-bug-wings is completely different. Some sort of pinkish... butterfly... moth... thing. Bia's not good with bug names, okay. They're there. They are generally not delicious. They're important she guesses but it's mostly stuff she doesn't care about. Bugs.
Still, the proper and sane thing to do is try them out.
It's not like swimming, which is by far the superior mode of transportation. Gravity is stupid. Still, she tumbles awkwardly through the air, laughing hysterically, holding her broad straw hat on with one hand when she somersaults upside down, over people's heads.
At least she's having fun?