Her beak clicked softly as the first few droplets spattered onto her robe. It was time. 


The world Andrometus had proposed was not nearly so cruel as Fenrir's own. The proverbial drowning of civilization would transform the world into an aquatic utopia, he promised; and the pantheon would represent all the vast creatures of the depths. He himself would relinquish his hold upon the luminari, entrusting the curious race to the good-natured goddess. Faenya was uncertain of her new wards; the luminari could be capricious, obsessive, and frighteningly effective at war. But they also were easily fascinated creatures, ones driven to education and heartfelt instruction. 


Her fingers were already beginning to turn. She turned over her talons, watching the firmer scale-like texture adjust. Rain coagulated bettween her fingertips as webbing began to form, her tailfeathers already starting to droop and curl, the first vestiges of the new tail growing in. 


A hesitant sigh. Well, it *was* only a year of this new reality, and the lessons learned would be useful for when it was her turn at the cosmic wheel....


Story by  lunarkeys, art by  Jakkal

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