Thalassa
I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell.
I wanted to shout about it.
I wanted to shout about it.
It was a different side of Hadama, the 'King' side, and the leadership sat well on him, like the crown upon his brow. His movements were so graceful, the only word to describe them was 'regal,' a monarch who accepted his responsibilities with poise and humility. She wondered how she hadn't seen it more clearly before. Maybe she'd just been too caught up in her own emotions.
They continued their way through the city, Thal appreciating the slower pace to really take everything in. She mainly ignored the residents, choosing to admire the structures and sensation of water around her, so she didn't look up as another approached. The mermaid made her way towards them, moving fluidly with the swish of her silvery-grey tail. Hadama would hear her musical voice through the bond, Welcome home, Your Majesty. He might even recognize her as one of the artists of their community, Athena, who helped to sculpt the coral statues. To Thal, the woman made her greeting like the last few, dipping her head respectfully before turning to leave with a polite smile. However, this time, when her eyes drifted up, she froze in place, disbelief flooding her features. At first, Thal wondered if a predator had entered their midst. Alert, her eyes scanned the area for the source, prepared to do what little she could to fend off an enemy. As she turned her head, the mermaid moved quickly forward, startling her back with the sudden motion. The flailing panic of her limbs disrupted the water and surprising the other woman enough to make her freeze again, confusion replacing the fleeting excitement that Thal had missed.
Both women looked between each other and the Mer King. Thal's face was filled with mild concern and puzzlement. It looked similar to the other's who seemed to be asking questions through the bond, deferential mannerisms gone. Where did you find Lassie? Why isn't she speaking? Is she okay? She swam forward more slowly, looking closely at Thal, causing her to lean away from the inspection, suspicion running rampant. What was she doing? The others hadn't acted this way.
Hadama would be able to hear as she tried to say, Please, Lassie. Let's talk. Please don't leave. We can go to the surface and I can explain if that's easier. The mermaid pointed up, placing her hands together in a prayer motion before pointing to the surface again. A flurry of other hand motions followed, but Thal narrowed her eyes, unsure what was trying to be communicated. She looked to her friend, eyes narrowed, totally lost on if this was a normal occurrence in the Underwater City. Thal just wanted to enjoy the brief reprieve from everything, and that included whatever was going on here.
They continued their way through the city, Thal appreciating the slower pace to really take everything in. She mainly ignored the residents, choosing to admire the structures and sensation of water around her, so she didn't look up as another approached. The mermaid made her way towards them, moving fluidly with the swish of her silvery-grey tail. Hadama would hear her musical voice through the bond, Welcome home, Your Majesty. He might even recognize her as one of the artists of their community, Athena, who helped to sculpt the coral statues. To Thal, the woman made her greeting like the last few, dipping her head respectfully before turning to leave with a polite smile. However, this time, when her eyes drifted up, she froze in place, disbelief flooding her features. At first, Thal wondered if a predator had entered their midst. Alert, her eyes scanned the area for the source, prepared to do what little she could to fend off an enemy. As she turned her head, the mermaid moved quickly forward, startling her back with the sudden motion. The flailing panic of her limbs disrupted the water and surprising the other woman enough to make her freeze again, confusion replacing the fleeting excitement that Thal had missed.
Both women looked between each other and the Mer King. Thal's face was filled with mild concern and puzzlement. It looked similar to the other's who seemed to be asking questions through the bond, deferential mannerisms gone. Where did you find Lassie? Why isn't she speaking? Is she okay? She swam forward more slowly, looking closely at Thal, causing her to lean away from the inspection, suspicion running rampant. What was she doing? The others hadn't acted this way.
Hadama would be able to hear as she tried to say, Please, Lassie. Let's talk. Please don't leave. We can go to the surface and I can explain if that's easier. The mermaid pointed up, placing her hands together in a prayer motion before pointing to the surface again. A flurry of other hand motions followed, but Thal narrowed her eyes, unsure what was trying to be communicated. She looked to her friend, eyes narrowed, totally lost on if this was a normal occurrence in the Underwater City. Thal just wanted to enjoy the brief reprieve from everything, and that included whatever was going on here.
But all I could do was whipser,
"I'm fine."
"I'm fine."
