| Location | Corellia - The Reaper
| Objective | Just a dip
Grinning all too happily in the face of such joy, Jenn eagerly followed her gentle host along, holding her hand all the way to the pool. There was no mistaking the longing etched all over her features at the sight of such a... surprisingly large pool. It may have lacked the beckoning allure of seas and oceans, but it afforded her more than enough space to flip her fins within the privacy of her darling's home. How could anyone expect an Ersansyr to deny herself such wonder?
"I think you'll find that I am always up for a swim", teased the Mandalorian with a grin as her gaze lingered on her girlfriend, her hands already moving to rid herself of the plates of beskar covering her lower body. They were carefully laid out by the pool's edge - and soon joined by the bottom half of the skintight flightsuit she wore underneath. With a sigh of pure relief, Jenn stepped into the water... and resisted the desire to close her eyes in pure bliss, choosing instead to look down as her legs began to change.
Shifting was a difficult process to quantify for her at the best of times, largely clueless as she was when it came to the topic of Sith alchemy and its intricacies. Practically always requiring a conscious effort on her part, as spontaneous transformation was luckily left in those first few weeks after her escape from captivity, the process was markedly different depending on which form she chose to change into. Getting her legs back, as she liked to call it, was something of an exhausting process, and often left her with a keen sense of loss. Watching those legs seamlessly melt into a single, powerful limb, though?
Oh, it never failed to spark joy within her heart! Today, however, saw another emotion lingering; a fair share of pride, as she all but basked in the glory of her nature, her transformation reaching its zenith with a powerful slap of her newly-formed fin against the surface, splashing the Cathar as her guest laughed oh-so melodiously. Eagerly showing off the majesty of her being, unashamed in her embrace of what she had become; circumstances originally imposed onto her seized boldly and made her own.
"Come on in, cyare!"