More mermaids
Druce held out his arm while his friend Morcant cleaned and bandaged the wounds. “I was out fishing on the rocks. She’d been coming there to meet me for the past few months. At first she’d just poke her head out of the water and look at me for a bit then swim away. After the third or fourth time I got her to come closer. She spoke to me in our language. Sure, her voice was sort of high and irritating but I got used to it.”
“No wonder you’d been fishing so much lately. What did she look like?”
“Bright sea blue eyes, hair the color of a new spring leaf, and skin iridescent like a pearl. I’ve seen pearls Morcant, I know that beauty. And speaking of beautiful round objects, her breasts were perfect, tipped with spectacular blue nipples.”
“That is all a fine fantasy but below…
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