@carasoliz
They had grown custom to their habits. Cara and him had interacted almost everyday, in one way or another. Quackert didnât seem to begrudgingly look at the money or clothes that his best friend had left him. However, this day and a few days other something had changed significantly. One day of the pair missing each other was normal, but a second day was all but unheard of.Â
Nested in a pile of clothes Cara had left, Quackert sadly nuzzled the cloth with his beak. The first thing the small judgmental terrorist noticed the golden hair at first and sped up towards the figure. Small wings flapped as he chirped happily, but when he noticed it was the female and not his male counterpart he let out a morose squeak in protest.
The clothes unmoved, the money untouched, and the Merman was nowhere to be found.Â
Carina had been out of her mind in worry - as was customary in the state sheâd been lately. Far away from the ocean longer than ever before in her life and her only connection to it being her dear friend Oz. Sheâd been trying to get in contact with him for over a day now which had begun to strike her as scary and unusual since the first hour she could not find it. It had been many more hours now and Cara had decided to take the day out of work in her anxiousness to find him. He couldnât have gotten in trouble or hurt, could he? The mere thought sent her heart hammering in her chest.
She made it made to their usual lake spot, smiling when she noticed the little duckling rush over. He seemed worried too, especially since the disappointment was clear when he realized she was not his pseudo father returning. Cara bent down and picked him up with a sad smile. âI know, Quackert. I know... Iâm trying to my best to find,â she said in mermish, scratching gently behind the ducklingâs neck the way he liked it and then kissing him on the top of the head.
âMaybe... Maybe he left clues,â she murmured, carrying the little guy over with her as she wandered towards the sandy area of the lake. She looked around for what seemed a traumatically long time in worry before she caught sight of footprints leading into the forest. She bent down before them, putting Quackert down as well. âDo you think this is him?â She frowned. âOr someone else?â Cara looked into the forest... The last time she was in there, trouble had found her far too quick. She was loathe to go in but if her friend was in there... she most definitely would.











