Stories? Oh, yes. Too many to count, or even recall all of them. Everyone has their own, it seems. She smiled her great, glinting smile again and pulled herself behind the statue. She positioned herself so that her body was hidden behind the stone mass, but her head popped up where the statue's should be. I imagine even you could make something up.
She cocked her head to the side some as her crimson hair tangled around her and the statue alike. But if its my story you want to hear...this is a rendition of a lost lover, a sailor boy taken too early by ghost whales because of his love for the sea. Andy lowered herself and curled around the statue again, her fins waving and spreading.
She cocked her head to the side some as her crimson hair tangled around her and the statue alike. But if its my story you want to hear...this is a rendition of a lost lover, a sailor boy taken too early by ghost whales because of his love for the sea. Andy lowered herself and curled around the statue again, her fins waving and spreading.
