Drae chuckled at Myrra's grumpy sounds she made at her mother. "It won't work on her, Starbit, she's had too many children for it to effect her," he said as he lightly pinched Myrra's cheek. He smirked at Angela's low whistle at his new outfit and her claims that she was going to have to chase other women off. "I'm a fine wine my dear, just getting better with age, though I don't look it," he grinned. "Besides, robes aren't good water wear, and your realm here is much too humid to be comfortable in heavy fabric," he added. "As far as other women are concerned, I don't think you have to worry much. Unlike the young men who seem to come here frequently, I don't have to fend off any blushing beauties. That is something our sons have to do. Your only competition was Dalanesca, but she has Jarmyr these days," he reassured his wife.
He bounced Myrra on his kneed to help her calm down from her most recent bout of fussing, and the infant girl looked up at her mother as she reaffirmed what Drae had just repeated to her, and reassured her that no matter what they would always be around to protect her. Myrra clearly wasn't convinced, and as another puff of ocean spray landed on her she fussed more and burrowed her face in Drake's vest.
Drae looked thoughtful at what Angela said about babies and the frustration they had with grass, and how water must have been the same way. "Grass is prickly… water… this is just not the sort of water she is used to. It is loud, tastes bad, and is rather cold. She might just need to see it in a different way," he said. He handed Myrra back to Angela and slid himself off the edge of the floating gazebo, jeweled fish scattering at his splashing.
"Myrra, look here at Papa," he called to the baby over the sound of the waves, and summoned some twinkling fairy lights to get her attention. Myrra's eyes snapped up from where she had been sucking on her toes and making faces at the salty taste the ocean water had left behind, and watched the lights that danced on the water. Drae lifted his hands as more ocean spray broke against the gazebo, and the droplets hung suspended in the air. The Keeper flicked his fingers and the drops consolidated into one large bubble, a single jeweled fish swimming in circles inside.
Myrra's eyes whent wide, her little mouth open in surprise as the water was suddenly doing something that was not loud or splashy. She watched as the bubble with the sparkly fish morphed into the shape of a bunny. Her gray eyes lit up with delight and she shrieked, clapping her pudgy little hands as Drae directed the bunny to hop around the gazebo and across the waves. After some hopping around Angela and Myrra, the bunny stopped just inches from the baby. Myrra leaned in and grabbed at the bunny. Her little hands passed through the bunny, and she pulled her hand free and shook the water from it before she leaned in again and tried to grab it, this time with both hands. The jewel fish came up and nibbled her outstretched fingers a second before it took a flying leap from the water bunny back into the ocean at the edge of the gazebo. The water bubble popped, lightly splashing Myrra and Angela both. Myrra gasped, the look of shocked surprise on her face priceless.