One piece of fish becomes another and another.

And Gilia was glad to give them all.

Her own omen was nothing so grand or big, but the delicate floating creature idly floats like a living ornament, draped in Gilia's veil, tucked to hide against the back of her neck under it. Serene and painfully shy, but easy to see why: Sea-Dragons were delicate creatures with little in the way to protect themselves.

"Not at all. If anything I bothered her. I miss my Hounds from home, so I could not resist giving a treat to her."