“Now, what’s a soul like you doing in a place like this? Wanderlust?”

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“Now, what’s a soul like you doing in a place like this? Wanderlust?”
Her legs shimmer, bare skin just peeking through in places where seafoam and glittering red scales don’t cover. Marin only ever comes on land for this, to dance along the shore to the songs she sings, the setting sun behind her casting her scales to purples and oranges in the shadow.
She looks ethereal and she knows it as she locks eyes with the only other person nearby. And if she lures them back into the sea, she can have a little fun with them before swimming off. So she beckons them closer, laughing.
Her legs shimmer, bare skin just peeking through in places where seafoam and glittering red scales don’t cover. Marin only ever comes on land for this, to dance along the shore to the songs she sings, the setting sun behind her casting her scales to purples and oranges in the shadow.
She looks ethereal and she knows it as she locks eyes with the only other person nearby. And if she lures them back into the sea, she can have a little fun with them before swimming off. So she beckons them closer, laughing.
“No, I’m fine. I don’t give a flying fuck about some argument.”
“I’ll race you. Last one there owes the other person a favor.”