Mermail!

Ariel was sitting off to the side of the Compound steps, legs drawn up with her chin resting on her knees, looking out at the shadows cast across the long grass by the moonlight. The party inside the Compound was fun, as most parties here were, but in a place so crowded it was nice to get some air. That was a human phrase, she mused, as a mermaid ( Read more... )

They were up so late, Ariel couldn't remember the last time she was intentionally up so late. It was a little difficult making it back to the Hamlet while it was so dark, but Ariel could care less, not when it meant Anne was pressed up against her so they didn't get separated. She was still feeling the after-effects from the pot and when she ( Read more... )

Ariel was making her way to the Hidden Hamlet, keeping an eye out for a familiar flash of golden-red hair. Now that she had decided she didn't want to leave after all she felt she must tell Anne. She found the small, slightly worn path that led to where Anne's old hut used to be (and where her new one was in the process of being built) and followed ( Read more... )