The moments when Nooka slipped through the grasp of the darkwater were becoming the most exhilarating, and terrifying, of her life. Just like every journey before, she could feel the insistent press of the water against her skin and scales fade as she coiled closer to the surface, the powerful muscles in her tail able to now propel her at speeds that shifted the blur of her world into something intoxicating. Nooka felt so powerful in that moment, it was as if she had become the strongest mermaid in all of the Blueshade.
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Arietta sat with folded legs on the living room floor, her face matching the discarded balls of wrapping paper beside her scrunch for scrunch. The young goat being cradled in her lap looked up and started to nibble at the untidy ends of Areitta’s flaxen hair. She shoved its head away and went back to sulking.
It wasn’t fair.
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“No, you’ve got it all wrong.” Lul pushed strands of seaweed from her eyes and smiled reassuringly up at her customer. “It’s ‘sandwich shop’, not ‘sand witch shop’—Silent ‘t’, see?”
The skeleton looked at the sandwiches on Lul’s cart, sockets glowing. “You stupid? Nobody eats around here. Now where’s my sand sculpture?”
Shame pricked Lul’s cheeks as she flicked her tail, conjuring a twisting edifice from the sand. “There you go,” she said thickly. “Good luck with the contest.”
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