I am magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment
Hooking her arm around Maeve's waist to complete the picture, Seren hummed with relief. "And here I was, thinking you would prefer to lounge in the shade all day," she teased. "Alright. Have you ever seen a mermaid? I bet if we swim out a bit, we could catch a glimpse of one." A tall bet to make, to be fair. Seren had only ever seen one of the merfolk, and she had no idea where they might show up. The water was inviting though, and she was surpremely unconcerned with Maeve possibly becoming afflicted with a tan. (Or sunburn, more likely.)
Her gaze still dipped towards the beach at the mention of seashells. It was reflex, old habit, and the young woman still had a knack for it. Before long, she ducked down and fished up a pretty pink-hued scallop shell, which she handed over to Maeve. "For you," Seren smiled sweetly.
Her gaze still dipped towards the beach at the mention of seashells. It was reflex, old habit, and the young woman still had a knack for it. Before long, she ducked down and fished up a pretty pink-hued scallop shell, which she handed over to Maeve. "For you," Seren smiled sweetly.
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