There was very little reason for Andromeda to be here, except that the mer wanted to know everything. She had no desire to advocate or stick up for any of the land-walkers, but she needed to have all of the information to be able to gossip about it later in the garden. Lazily, Andy pulled herself to a shallow sandbar. Her body kept mostly covered by the water (at least enough to keep herself from needing to dive deeper), she let her brilliant fins fan out -- and maybe catch an eye or two.
With silence, but wonderfully curled lips, the mer watched the entertainment commence. One woman (beautiful, wonderful, and surely someone Andromeda would find herself spending time with) spoke up, and a scraggly but confident man supported her. Then there was another, strong-jawed but not loud. A fiery one taking herself out of the race. Well, that was boring.
andy
Soft ones, curled lips can’t get ‘em back
