There was a sense of quiet relief from the merman as Mel's stance shifted slightly so she'd be hitting the rocks away from - rather than towards - him, and he was able to better relax into the training they were both undertaking.
He watched the stone fly sweetly off to the side, straight and true, and the plop it made when it hit the quiet tidepool waters was oddly satisfying. He caught the next stone, turning it over in his hands to admire the way the light caught striations of mica scattered in bands across its deep green surface. "I have not," he admitted. "But I heard the story of that day." He tilted his head respectfully towards the drylander who had helped the air-turned-sea creature. "Did it grant your wish?"
He watched the stone fly sweetly off to the side, straight and true, and the plop it made when it hit the quiet tidepool waters was oddly satisfying. He caught the next stone, turning it over in his hands to admire the way the light caught striations of mica scattered in bands across its deep green surface. "I have not," he admitted. "But I heard the story of that day." He tilted his head respectfully towards the drylander who had helped the air-turned-sea creature. "Did it grant your wish?"
