Dealing with an infant Possessor was quite the tribulation—not that Aqua minded terribly much. Her new offspring was a rambunctious rascal, frequently drifting over to take hold of whatever it could find; it made tree limbs dance of their own accord or brought crumbling statues to life, their eyelights blinking the same yellow as its base form as it lumbered around curiously.

When not living up to its name, the Possessor cuddled up to her for protection.