Bab 1759: Set Up (Part 1)

"What do you suggest I do?" Nalrond asked.

"To live up a little." Friya took a delicious-smelling cheesecake out of her amulet. "Let's enjoy our dessert and then take a swim. The night is beautiful and with the curfew nearing, no one will bother us."

Nalrond choked on his food, but not because he wasn't used to eating as a Rezar. Or better, it wasn't the only reason. On Mogar there were no swimsuits and people usually swam naked.

"Don't get your hopes up, pretty boy." Friya chuckled as the Rezar struggled to fit his snout into the glass and drink some water.

"I don't go anywhere without my Featherwalker armor and Dad guaranteed me that it's waterproof."

Her blouse and pants shapeshifted into a silvery diving suit that left only her head exposed but also stuck to her like a second skin. Nalrond felt hot as if he was under the scorching sun of the Desert instead of the pale light of the moon, yet it didn't bother him.