[There's something strangely elegant about his shape as he slices through the water, knife-like and glittering in the sunlight before fading completely. In that moment, he regrets asking. Berserker disappears beneath the lake's surface far too easily for his liking, the depth making itself known immediately. If a creature of his size can submerge itself like that then how big is their quarry? What else might be lurking in the darkness below?
It's a tense wait- and then, in a dramatic spray of glistening water droplets and flaring wings, he returns.
Diarmuid is already close by and makes quick work of whatever distance is left between them, tugging off his cloak to use as a makeshift towel. As he dabs at Berserker's scales, he gives a thoughtful hum.]
I prepared a spell but I don't know how well it will work on you in this form. [Curious, he brushes a hand over Berserker's throat.] Should we try it anyway?
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It's a tense wait- and then, in a dramatic spray of glistening water droplets and flaring wings, he returns.
Diarmuid is already close by and makes quick work of whatever distance is left between them, tugging off his cloak to use as a makeshift towel. As he dabs at Berserker's scales, he gives a thoughtful hum.]
I prepared a spell but I don't know how well it will work on you in this form. [Curious, he brushes a hand over Berserker's throat.] Should we try it anyway?