Jennifer floats in stunned silence as the city of Soria lay sprawled out before her. Towers of gold gleaming in the light of softly glowing lanterns and a large, glowing orb hung above the city's center, simulating daylight. The streets are bustling with activity, Sorians swimming about, with groceries, conversing with each other, doing whatever people do on the street.
<Oh, Mala,> Jennifer sighs, and hugs the fish woman tightly, <It's amazing.>
<Uh, hey, I like you and I feel sorry for you and stuff, but I just don't like you this way. At least not yet,> Mala says as she squirms out of Jennifer's grip. <C'mon, I'll take you to my house. Dad's a big time sorceror, he might be able to help you with your problem.>