Kiss a lover, dance a measure
Find your name, and buried treasure
Find your name, and buried treasure
"Maybe I didn't. Maybe I changed my mind." She had to pause there and give it a moment of serious thought. "Maybe you're not what I expected." Unpleasant though it was to admit, her nagging curiosity refused to simply let go of this intriguing new thing.
"At least tell me your name?"
Despite the pout and surly expression, her tone took on a polite enough quality. Pushing herself up high enough from the water to grip the side of the dock, she strained against gravity and watched with growing disappointment how the man grew legs and shed the ink off his skin alongside the water. He had looked better with the orca tail; dry land suited him no more than it did her, Nysa thought.
"At least tell me your name?"
Despite the pout and surly expression, her tone took on a polite enough quality. Pushing herself up high enough from the water to grip the side of the dock, she strained against gravity and watched with growing disappointment how the man grew legs and shed the ink off his skin alongside the water. He had looked better with the orca tail; dry land suited him no more than it did her, Nysa thought.
Face your life; its pain, its pleasure
Nysadeia
