Ellen's words made Damon think quite a bit as he swum around and observed more of his new environment. Her words did not look at all like a joke, and she seemed to know what she was talking about. How long had she been in Circe's gardens? How long had she been transformed into an elf? Longer than him for sure, but he was a completely newcomer. How many weeks, months, or years? And Ellen had said that she could sense magic. Circe's magic, to be more precise. Was it normal for elves? Or could Damon eventually achieve this one day? Did it come naturally or required training?
While Damon pondered upon these questions, he halted in order to return to the basins and their lush vegetation. He should not have left so hastily. No, hew should have stayed and asked her more questions, prying be damned. He was completely new here, after all! Yet as he made to return from whence he had come, the young merman noticed the further transformations Ellen had mentioned. Damon saw that his hands were... webbed! A stretch of skin had spread between all of his fingers, felling as natural as if he had been born with it. The webs let in a bit of the light, as thin skin or membrane should. Damon then saw that his arms were slightly more muscular, just as his chest displayed more pronounced abs. And upon his shoulders... No, it was no fish or algae, but his hair! His hair had become a golden blond and reaching his shoulders in wavy locks that floated happily in the water. Damon couldn't believe it. He had become quite a hunk! But then he reflected why. Was it to attract mortal women? Or was it just to look good as a member of Circe's gardens?