*The moonlight dances through the aqua to the argent locks of the Akademiya's scribe. An unfamiliar sharkish caudal fin oscillates and churns the crystal clear sea raggedly. In the depths of his jade pools, swims curiousity, roiling like sea the above. Alhaitham's skin has metomorphised a dull slate. His hands are fashioned with talons. A pearl set of thorny shapes have now occupied his mouth. He facsimiles a caricature monster, like one found in a children's story or fantastical light novel. But he is no illusion. This beast swims before your very eyes. Alhaitham has been transformed into a . . . Mermaid? Shark? No. Sharkmaid. Unfortunately for the scribe, paper doesn't sit well underwater, and the soft material melts in his palms.