[According to popular rumor, Kelpies were supposed to be able to breathe under water. This was what Maurice had heard way back when he first started turning green.]
[Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, he hadn't really had the gumption to see for himself until now. He didn't have any gills that he knew of, and breathing in and out didn't feel any different than from when he was a human. So...how?]
[How was he going to find out?]
[In private of coarse! He didn't have a tub in the little flat Korra's housing provided him--just a shower. And it was a nice shower, but he felt it wouldn't really provide the Kelpie Experience. Plus, if he drowned in there, someone might find him and he just could NOT be the kelpie that drowned. If he died, nobody would know about it and he certainly wouldn't say anything once he popped back up.]
[This led him to the great outdoors. Not too far away from Fiddleford and Marco's modest dwelling, Maurice found himself at the edge of a boggy oxbow. Insects swarmed the reeds and frogs called from the far bank. The sun made the place hazy--a great place to get in touch with his monstery side. Or at least drown in private if it went wrong.]
[Maurice found it was always best to expect the worst, that way you were either always right or pleasantly surprised. He'd left his shirt hanging on a low branch because he didn't want to ruin it--he'd decorated the front of it himself. In messy letters, the shirt read: THATS HOW IT IS IN THIS BITCH OF A WORLD. He couldn't wait for Mason to see it. It was her quote after all.]
[The kelpie waded one dainty hoof after the other into the shallows with his arms out. So far so good... And then something weird happened in his brain and he picked up a hoof and brought it down again, making a huge splash. Then again. And again.]
You Can Lead a Horse to Water {closed to Lup}
[Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, he hadn't really had the gumption to see for himself until now. He didn't have any gills that he knew of, and breathing in and out didn't feel any different than from when he was a human. So...how?]
[How was he going to find out?]
[In private of coarse! He didn't have a tub in the little flat Korra's housing provided him--just a shower. And it was a nice shower, but he felt it wouldn't really provide the Kelpie Experience. Plus, if he drowned in there, someone might find him and he just could NOT be the kelpie that drowned. If he died, nobody would know about it and he certainly wouldn't say anything once he popped back up.]
[This led him to the great outdoors. Not too far away from Fiddleford and Marco's modest dwelling, Maurice found himself at the edge of a boggy oxbow. Insects swarmed the reeds and frogs called from the far bank. The sun made the place hazy--a great place to get in touch with his monstery side. Or at least drown in private if it went wrong.]
[Maurice found it was always best to expect the worst, that way you were either always right or pleasantly surprised. He'd left his shirt hanging on a low branch because he didn't want to ruin it--he'd decorated the front of it himself. In messy letters, the shirt read: THATS HOW IT IS IN THIS BITCH OF A WORLD. He couldn't wait for Mason to see it. It was her quote after all.]
[The kelpie waded one dainty hoof after the other into the shallows with his arms out. So far so good... And then something weird happened in his brain and he picked up a hoof and brought it down again, making a huge splash. Then again. And again.]
Ahuhuhuh...hahahah!
[Thanks horse brain.]