Something shimmered in the alcove, between the old bottles and broken ship parts. Curiously Marinette squinted into the darkness . . . an . . . Orb?
The glass surface was just catching the light of the afternoon sun. Reaching forwards she plucked the fist sized sphere from its nestled perch. The second it passed into the light there was a flash of frantic movement and she nearly dropped the orb in surprise. Sparkling black and green scales spun wildly within the glass before two tiny black clawed hands slammed onto the inner surface. A face with bright green eyes, framed in a halo of golden hair, stared up at her in slitted suspicion.
A merman!








