While this was disappointing, in a way, it also meant that she wouldn't have to worry about anyone stepping in on her while she reverted to her other two forms. Being a Pisqua, Myrixi realized that she was part of a minority here. Being a Southern-born and bred Pisqua alienated her even farther. She'd found out the hard way already that most people--Shifter or no--didn't much like the looks of her in anything other then her humanoid form, and she supposed that they were probably right... she was incredibly different from anyone else she'd met since she'd left home. In fact, the folks she most closely resembled belonged to a completely different species: those of the Reptilos that claimed a snake-like heritage. Even they had not been incredibly tolerant of her hagfish-half form... or at least, the pair she'd met on her travels up here hadn't.

So now Myrixi was huddled in the water, letting the warmth of it bleed back into her, feeling waves of something close to contentment wash around her and through her. She closed her eyes and relaxed completely, perhaps for the first time in months, and with that, reverted half-way to her true-form... suddenly the tub was a lot smaller. The dark-skinned, light-haired young woman clutched at the side of the small tub as she found her tail-end hanging out the end of the tub. With a grimace, she twisted and turned, literally knotting her serpentine lower half as she tried to fit herself back into the safe-haven of water. Try as she might, she couldn't make herself fit, and what was worse: she'd splashed water all over the cold tile-floor. With a sigh of exasperation, Myrixi peered about, still afraid of being discovered and reviled. When no one suddenly appeared, she relaxed again, and transformed fully into her fish-state. Having shrunk considerably, she was able to fit again, but this time the water felt different, more real perhaps. In this form, she lived to touch and feel her way through the world... she hadn't been able to experience things like this in a long time.

With a contented shudder, Myrixi relaxed again. No one would walk in on her, hopefully, and she'd be able to rest. She cast her mind back over her journey up to the Aerd, and would have smiled, had she had jaws and lips to do so with. The obsession that had driven her out of the warm seas to the south, all the way up here where she'd nearly frozen a time or two, through all of the hardships she'd managed to find herself in, had nearly come to a conclusion. And, if she were very lucky, she would return home with a companion... if she were lucky. If not, she would at least be able to say that she'd been here, to the Dragonhome, which was more then could be said for those of her family and tribe.

After a time, she stirred again, feeling more at peace then she could recall having been since she left her home. But... she felt like something was missing. Someone to talk to, or touch, perhaps. She enjoyed the water, the warmth, the viscousness of it, but she'd have preferred to share it all with others, as she used to before setting out on this journey.

In a moment, she was transforming again--feeling the brief squeeze as she grew through her halfling form, and settling once more in her rather human skin. By now there was more water on the floor then in the tub, which washed away any lingering wish to remain in the basin any longer. Myrixi pulled herself carefully out of the stone tub, but didn't bother to reach for a towel. She didn't want to be dry, and she wasn't going to bother with it when here, inside, it was warm enough not to catch cold.

With her need for slipping back into her real form sated, she could attend to her other needs. Now, all she had to find was something 'decent' to wear--the Aerd's and her definitions of 'decent' were quite different, she discovered--and then she would find herself some company.