Gahz'rilla swam just below the moonlit surface of the waves. The waters here, even in the depths of winter, were much warmer than his old home in the North. Where his pure turquoise eyes cast their gaze was unclear, but they focused on the rippling sphere of the moon just above him, bathing him in brilliant pearly light and casting deep shadows into the abyss beneath him.
He seemed to have made a decision and swam upwards so the upper half of his skull was above the waves, the flat profile of his face roughly parallel with the water. Holding his draconic hydra mer face above the water, he swam toward the shore, watching the world above rapidly approached, dressed in harsh shadows and shy moonlight and starlight.
He didn't smile as he observed the world. It wasn't in his nature to smile much. Deep down inside, he was hoping to see someone from the land, especially a kelpie. Gahz'rilla was aware that he couldn't live on the land, but his offspring could. To that end, he needed to have offspring with a kelpie, offspring who could live on the land for their father.
