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[livinginmyglass]

When Viola's view screen pops up, she lets out an involuntary gasp and immediately hunches over to shield it from view: for there , next to the options to become a fox and a-- robot?--, is the option to become a boy. What are you trying to do, Bar, give her away?

...but then again...

She presses the button. Outwardly, nothing much changes. She always did look uncannily like her brother, after all.

Outwardly.

[ooc: moderate slowtimes, especially over the weekend, but since she hasn't been around in a while, open 'til whenever!]

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[livinginmyglass]

"Well-- well give me thy hand, that I may lay myself upon it."

[never_promised]

He offers it with a flourish. "There, thou'rt kingly borne. --Was thy father an eel? Thou must not twist thyself so--nay, thy ears will not fall off at the touch of water--"

[livinginmyglass]

Making her laugh isn't helping! She tries to relax, tries to trust that somehow, improbable as it seems, she will float.

(Maybe some other time, she would think of the ship, the sea, her brother-- but she has never felt less like Viola who was wrecked on the shores of Illyria. She is someone else now, as fully as she has ever been.)

She relaxes. Mostly. She's clutching Harry's hand for dear life.

[never_promised]

"'Tis not to thy advantage here to be so slim, all bone; a fat man floats better. But--nay, nay, do not clutch at my hand so--"

(He's not unaware himself of her past, the ship, the sea, her brother. But if she's laughing, he'll laugh.) "There, thou art afloat."

[livinginmyglass]

"Such swimming should make for passing slow travel," she says dubiously. She's floating! It feels... odd? Nice?