Foam, Part 2

Egeria wondered a moment in the darkness, which was odd for her. Sea foam does not wonder, oftentimes. She heard the rushing of the waves, and felt the sea changing, pressure increasing. After a time, perhaps an hour, perhaps a few minutes, she felt the cold start to creep in through the jaws of the large creature she seemed to be inhabiting at the moment. Only now did it occur to her that the creature was acting out of the ordinary--usually, she would have been popped and swirled about in the creature's mouth. So far, it had only popped the few bubbles it had gotten at the beginning, and it took care not to move its tongue too much. She pondered at this a moment before going back to resting, thinking of nothing.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, the jaws of the beast opened, and the sea foam once known as Egeria flowed out into the cold waters of the deep sea, slowly starting to rise back to the surface.
Now that she was able to see, she took the chance to look around, vaguely curious. The creature that had carried her was a large thing, all fins and rough skin and teeth. It swished her about as it swam away, and she spun in several circles until she felt weightless. But then, she always felt weightless.
Suddenly, a voice echoed in her mind.
Hello, mermaid princess.
She paused a moment, and wondered vaguely how she would reply, as she were sea foam. It then occurred to her that sea foam also have no eyes, and couldn't see. Everything around her went black almost instantly, and she would have frowned, if she could.
It is alright. You may speak with me, here.
The voice was unlike anything she knew she'd ever experienced, as if some unspeakable rule were being broken here, that the voice belonged to something strange and terrible, that the being speaking was something that no human could comprehend.
But to a bit of sea foam, this was no matter.
Who are you?
The voice paused a moment, either surprised or thinking. Egeria couldn't guess which.
I am... a god of the sea. Little sea foam. You speak so insolently.
Well, yes, but sea foam doesn't thi--












The deity sighed, granting the sea foam sentience again.
Ah, no. Most sea foam doesn't think, I suppose, but you do.
Do I? Then.. I must not be sea foam.
No... And, quite frankly, Egeria, you are not sea foam, nor do I want you as sea foam in my sea, anymore.
Oh. Then what will you do to me?

There was no answer, but Egeria felt something happening. At her core. It was as singular thought, and it bothered the little sea foam, and she tried to figure it out, but could not, not quite yet, grasp it...

I... am.

She felt the tiniest parts of her existence fizzling, changing. The bubbles began popping, and where they disappeared, flesh grew. Instead of water and air, there was mass and muscle. Instead of nonexistent eyes, she had glorious sight, and, as she looked around, Egeria saw that she was rising, rising, quickly, out of the water, towards the surface, at a terrifying speed.

And what a thrill it was, for her first time having blood, feeling the tension that felt as if you were falling, instead of rising up.

Egeria burst out of the water, falling onto the shore of a sandy riverbed, gasping, naked. She paused to look at the sky, to look at the water, to look at her surroundings. And then, she did something she had not done in decades.

She cried.