"Still, must have had it's own fun, in it's own way," Daisy says. "Still, a change can usually shake things up for the better so."

Daisy can't explain why she's drawn to the water; it comes from a separate place than her magic, and in a way, feels like a separate form of magic. She likes watching the waves as the lull within the ocean or crash upon the shore; she very much likes the way the ocean feels crushingly large, a conveyor of fate and a deity in its own right all at once. And the water is what usually calms her, in times of distress. She's never really considered why, before.