Wings wet, they spread open behind her and with the wash of the tide Luna coast in toward her new friend. He seemed like a good friend for the all of fifteen minutes that she'd known him. "Not a bad flyer," the princess complimented as she closed her wings and tread water when she had come near. Her dress float aloft in the water. If she didn't have wings one might mistake her for a Mediterranean mermaid or siren.
"Is it unsafe to change in the air? I am curious how this works," a hand reached out to press against his chest. "You do not change instantly like shifters."