Actually, there was a point in rushing. Blight did not have all the time in the world.

Something lurked in the depths below him, and it was hungry. Sharp teeth, sharp claws, sharp figure... all perfectly suited for cutting through the water like a knife through paper. Keen eyes caught every flickering shift of the water's surface above, watching for the telltale cast shadow of prey—which could very well be some fish, a kyte, some other flying thing that skimmed too close...—and scanning the darkness beneath. A kraken could provide quite the meal if it allowed itself to be caught by such a terrific beast...

... that was presently unleashing a series of bubbles in raw excitement as a huge shadow passed overhead, followed by a scattering swarm of glinting silver and black.

Pupils dilated as Glaive surged upward. Hind legs barely kicked as she propelled herself by the virtue of tail alone, and her mouth opened at the last possible second.

Her reward was a rather nice mouthful of silverlings, all impaled like kebabs on her skewer teeth as she snapped her mouth shut and broke the surface with a massive SPLOOSH! "MMMHFH!" she howled around her food by way of a victory cry, and set herself to chopping up fish-bits with her teeth and tossing them back to swallow.

Imagine her surprise, though, seeing a huge green blur in the distance, glowing in a litany of colors. "BBLLRUGHT?" Glaive spluttered, dog-paddling forward (in a failed attempt to catch up) and lifting her head from the ocean water. A massive gulp of fish that'd make anyone choke later, and she hollered again, "BLIGHT?!" Turquoise eyes squinted. "HEY! IS THAT YOU?"

Just for good measure: "IT'S GLAIVE-RHYMES-WITH-CAVE!"

Glaive's mouth parted in the simulacrum of a toothy grin as Blight turned around, and she was paddling forward again before he'd even hit the water.

She barely even flinched at the wave-splash of dragon hitting water at high speed, and shook her head with disbelief. Turquoise eyes creased upward as she oohed and ahhed in kind. Look at those WINGS! His shadow had been big on the water, but... one of those could just about cover her like a canopy! "You did too! You have horns now!" When her teeth snapped together, Glaive couldn't help but giggle, "And a nose about as long as mine!"

Much like an untrained and unsocialized Doodle, the spinosaur knew little of being calm with her greetings. Her entire body was vibrating as she answered, "I'm good! Fornax was getting a little quiet and lonely and I ran out of cool rocks to put in cool rock piles, so I came here following some fish!" Glaive laughed, and if only she could've blushed as she confessed, "Got stuck in a tunnel along the way, but it's okay now! I made it!"

"I didn't know you LIVED here, though!!! It's so cool!!!" She practically had to tear her eyes from her fellow fisher-dragon to gaze longingly at Leo's central island. "All the stacks and green and... it's so pretty!"

"Why didn't you tell me—" and wasn't that a strange surprise? A little crack of the voice? Glaive snapped her mouth shut, and gave off an exaggerated cough before swallowing. "Eugh, fish came up the wrong way for a second there..."

Glaive splashed a little closer, a tittering sound rumbling from her throat. "Were you just flying around just now?? Or going somewhere?" Brainwave. "Oh, no! You weren't fishing—were you?" Before Blight could even answer, she chirped, "Sorry!"

"It wasn't that bad, I promise," Glaive was quick to assure, wanting those wide, worried eyes to go away right that instant, "I can make myself all slimy and breathe underwater. Like the fish! It was just a little hang-up." Sure, it'd lasted five minutes, but... she could hold her breath for way longer; even if she'd been sputtering and blubbering with shock. The spinosaurus couldn't suppress the slightly nervous laugh accenting her words, "I'll take the land route next time though."

Haha. Yeah.

Whether or not her assurances had banished Blight's fretting, he was launching into a whole spiel about Leo's lights; and Glaive, who had never read a single piece of Ocean Vuong in her life, was entranced. Already, the dawning glow of orblights had seemed so pleasant—casting the whole place in a warm contrast to the pearlescent blue below. Her own snout was looking rather pinkish, like a nice blush had overtaken it. She craned her neck up, trying (and failing) to catch her reflection in the choppy water surface. A shame, because she wanted to see how those baby blues of hers looked in the light (while also being totally oblivious to the possible romance of it all.)

Glaive giggled at her friend's little joke, of course, and then... a thought! "O-oh, flying!! I wa—" Oh, no, I'm interrupting— "sorry, you first!" She tossed her snout up, accidentally flicking a little water at Blight's face as she went. (Hopefully he wouldn't take it as a threat of splash war, because this was a really nice conversation they were having and she'd really really really missed him this!)

There was no way to describe her expression other than lighting up when an offer to move in was made.

"I'd love to! I can go back to Fornax whenever, but—" beneath the surface, her claws were fidgeting and pressing against one another, "I was gonna ask if it'd be okay if I stay here too! I wanna see this place at night and hang out with you and whoever else." Turquoise eyes looked a little more than glassy as she turned her gaze upward, to Blight's face. "I-I mean, if you and your Dad and Dad-Dad are here, that's three more than at ho—my last home!"

Really jumping the gun there, aren't you?

"I'd really like to see all of that. Even where you and your Dad-Dad live. I think, I think I could get up there!" And at that, the spinosaurus squeezed her eyes shut with such an intensity that you'd think she was constipated. Her tear ducts bloomed with a faint, blue glow, and with that came fluttering wisps and arcs of a strange sort of energy. Aquamarine feathers—stylized in their construction, not at all intending to be realistic-looking—fanned out at her shoulders, wide and broad like the wings of an albatross.

Glaive peeled one eye open, as if hesitant to even investigate her own wings situation, before gaping in a toothy grin. "Look!! I have wings—sometimes! Since I'm living here, you could teach me how to use them! I've tried but..." Bright eyes averted sheepishly. "Um, don't worry about my past attempts at flying! I can start fresh and learn it, I promise."

Boom. Puppy-eyes spinosaurus. An eager student awaiting the approval of a teacher.