He stared at jumpers in his wardrobe for some time. Practical, heavy-knit, weather-proof, all of them. Thick and tough.
He couldn’t be anyone other than himself. He did put on the deep dark sapphire one that he’d always secretly thought looked nice with his eyes, though.
He walked down from the village to the shore, to the sprawl of rocks and Cade’s aquatic fantastical construction where a new play had be performed in two weeks. He saw a particular large stone; he’d spent a lot of time there, these past days. He grinned at it, and went to meet it.
Waves burst and thundered and thrummed like the soul of the world. The sky stretched out above, shimmery as a pearl.
One wave poured itself into the bottomless blue pool beside the spill of rocks, and perked up and became a sea-prince, carrying clothing. His tail—wearing that, then, not the legs yet—flashed black jewel-like scales through water, slippery and beautiful.