A message in a bottle had arrived, curious and unexpected, but it offered a welcome opportunity to see how the other half lived – the dry half, at least. The canals allowed for ample opportunities to travel throughout the town and partake of the outdoor markets and vendors but they were, in their way, as constraining as the Underwater City’s reluctance to allow drylanders within its bounds. Mer could no more enter the homes of humans than humans could enter those of the mer.
And he couldn’t help but wonder about how humans decorated and furnished their homes to accommodate for two legs and no floating.
He found the address off the canal, manta wings shrinking from his shoulders so as not to weight him down as he pushed himself halfway out of the water, half-in and half-out, to examine what he could see of the apartment and give Flora and the even tinier human near her a courteous nod of welcome. ”Hello again,” his voice a deep, quiet rumble like distant surf. ”How may I help?”
Dama arrives!
And he couldn’t help but wonder about how humans decorated and furnished their homes to accommodate for two legs and no floating.
He found the address off the canal, manta wings shrinking from his shoulders so as not to weight him down as he pushed himself halfway out of the water, half-in and half-out, to examine what he could see of the apartment and give Flora and the even tinier human near her a courteous nod of welcome. ”Hello again,” his voice a deep, quiet rumble like distant surf. ”How may I help?”
Dama arrives!
