EDMUND
Edmund eyes close for a moment as his mum plays with his hair, similar to that of a content cat in the sun. Eyes fluttering open he studies the mermaid in the stars for a moment. His brow furrows in thought as he tries to imagine how such a being came into place. How could a woman grow a fish tail?
After a moment the child looks back up at his mum, "Did she eat too many fish? Or spend so much time playing in the water that she grew a fish tail?" Neither of those seem magical enough so Edmund tries to think harder.
"Oh!" An idea occurs, and he grins happily. "Did she stick the stones from the rainbow road onto clothes and they became scales in the water?" That sounds magical enough to create a mermaid.
After a moment the child looks back up at his mum, "Did she eat too many fish? Or spend so much time playing in the water that she grew a fish tail?" Neither of those seem magical enough so Edmund tries to think harder.
"Oh!" An idea occurs, and he grins happily. "Did she stick the stones from the rainbow road onto clothes and they became scales in the water?" That sounds magical enough to create a mermaid.
I never realized how beautiful
Fires burn under the stars
Fires burn under the stars
