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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She steps into the sun-baked garden of the pub with hesitant feet. A toss of her head pushes away the scent of stale beer and allows pricklish anger to reclaim her skin.
Only three tables are occupied, so it takes seconds for her to notice the old man. As she watches him hunched over a pint, she wishes again that it had taken a few more. He’s like a vulture in the last days of his life, swooping down and snatching away every rehearsed line and gesture.
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