"Please, call me Reira. There is a clan full of Miss Ioks, and it's been so long since I have been amongst them, it feels almost disingenuous to claim it for myself," Reira said, moving to her feet gracefully. Truth be told, the 'Miss Iok' she always thought of was her Erik's mother, and that was an Iok she had no chance at being compared favorably to. The Lady had been everything she was not; the former merqueen knew it quite certainly.
"It is not entirely without precedent; in the land I spent most of my early young adulthood there were those called Magus, who collected the winds on the plains and harvested magic from it. No power of their own, but they could prove...most formidable, when experienced in the use of their magics." She spoke almost absently, remembering the few men she'd met who'd used such. Mostly men, the Patriarchs had ruled the plains. "This will be interesting for both you and I then, I think." She turned to Meerowyn, cautioning, "You perhaps would not like to stick around, yes? I know how you value your privacy."
Meerowyn chuckled, and offered Reira a little salute. "Indeed! I'll be in your range, so let me know when it's safe, all right?" She bounced forward to engulf the fragile looking Reira in a hug, and then she was off, almost too quick to follow.
"We will go slowly, and cover thoroughly. This is the first time I have really tried teaching; please let me know if there is something I might improve upon," the merwoman admitted with a shy smile.