Undine

This was many days back, of course, and since then we had come to know other aspects of the great creature.

And across the Bavarian wheat plain of Strobing she wandered so slowly under the blazing June sun that we could well imagine only the surface inches were water, while below there moved, concealed by a silken mantle, a whole army of Undines, passing silently and unseen down to the sea, and very leisurely, too, lest they be discovered.

much too we forgave her because of her friendliness to the birds and animals that haunted the shore cormorants lined the banks in lonely places in rows like short black palings gray crows shrouded the shingle beds storks stood fishing in the vistas of shallower water that opened up between the islands and hawks swans and marsh birds of all sorts filled the air with glinting wings and singing petulant cries It was impossible to feel annoyed with the river's vagaries after seeing a deer leap with a splash into the water at sunrise and swim past the bows of the canoe, and often we saw fawns peering at us from the underbrush, or look straight into the brown eyes of a stag as we charged full tilt round a corner and entered another reach of the river.

Foxes, too, everywhere haunted the banks, tripping daintily among the driftwood and disappearing so suddenly that it was impossible to see how they managed it.

And so I ended up, right, so because it was water, so I don't remember who had decided these things, but undines or undines represent water.

So I had to wait a day and a half to communicate with the Undine, but the Undine's presence was there.

And it was like a huge Undine.

So it was like everywhere I was, you know, I'd be like sitting at home and I could just feel like this huge presence swimming around the house on the outside, waiting to come in for communication.

But we had come to the, or she had expressed the Undine because she manifests as feminine.

And she expressed to me that she's going to work with healing magic with me.

This is separate from the stuff I do in the podcast.

And that's about all we get with the sequel as well in Megami Tensei 2.

This time, Elrond is a color palette swap of Undine, who we've previously covered.

As a reminder, this is just a floating naked woman with flashing long hair and nipples.

Yes, the nipples flash as well.

Why? You don't remember that in Undine? No.

The hair and the nipples were on basically the same color layer.

Okay.

So when they wanted the hair to flash, the nipples flashed too.

I burned my incense, performed my evolutions, and made heaven hideous with my enchantments, all this in order to invoke the Undines.

All right, this is the Undine story.

I hoped and more or less expected to have one come out of the foam and attach herself to my person.

I had as yet no notion that this program might be accomplished far more easily.

From Valkyrie Dress to her mermaid form, Noelle constantly kept pushing herself to reach even greater heights.

But during the Spade Kingdom raid, realizing she needed divine power to destroy devils, Noelle formed a temporary contract with the water spirit Undine and awakened a brand-new form, Saint Valkyrie Dress.

Covered in angelic wings, her attacks finally reached saint stage, allowing her to purify devils and slash straight through Vanica’s 100% devil power.

And somehow, that still wasn't enough.

The old use of the word fairy, by Spenser at least, might, however, well be adduced, were justification or excuse necessary where need must.

Were I asked, what is a fairy tale? I should reply, read Undine.

That is a fairy tale.

Then read this and that as well, and you will see what is a fairy tale.

Were I further begged to describe the fairy tale or define what it is, I would make answer that I should as soon think of describing the abstract human face or stating what must go to constitute a human being.

A fairy tale is just a fairy tale, as a face is just a face.

And of all fairy tales I know, I think Undine the most beautiful.

Many a man, however, who would not attempt to define a man might venture to say something as to what a man ought to be.

He's showing that you can manipulate reality if you're willing to get your hands dirty.

And if Valeur's trick was about misdirection, the witch Undine takes this concept and applies it directly to her own cellular biology.

Undine is one of the most fascinating figures in the narrative.

The Bureaucrat tracks her down during an evacuation festival in a town called Rose Hall, and the environmental description here is just vital.

It's so surreal.

It's a brilliant, subtle metaphor by the author for the off-worlders themselves, an imported presence that dominates because nothing in the local environment can naturally push back against them.

That is an amazing detail.

So amidst these choking thorns, the Bureaucrat finds Undine's hut.

The Turquoise Storybook, Stories and Legends of Summer and Nature, by Ada M. Skinner and Eleanor L. Skinner.

Undine, by Edward Abbott Parry.

Once upon a time there was a child wave named Undine.

Undine the Beautiful, they called her, because when she was quite a little ripple, she sparkled more brilliantly than any of her thousand brothers and sisters.

And not one of them was so crystal clear or dressed in such wonderful shades of sapphire blue and emerald green.

Never had there been such a lovely little ripple as Undine.

The old tide let her run up and down on his back when he came into the bay where she lived.

She kept close by the cave for a time and grew big and strong and became first a billow and then a wavelet.