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Freedom x Sir Froggington (Candor)January 29, 2022 05:35 PM


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Aenon snorted, imagining the unfortunate eyed Merle bugging them down with his gaze. He would prefer a stick that was easier to handle, which would also make the stick more fun. He grinned at her percentage of people thinking he was a zealot. If she was that unsure, he was certain he could whittle it down even further. “I knew I would have to count on you,” he sighed, as she described her way of getting people to listen. “You would think they would listen, if that’s what you are doing behind me. I have a feeling I’ll be floating there talking big, and you’ll be hiding a snicker behind me. I must be a pretty important backwater bumpkin if I have my own specially trained bodyguard. Wonder how someone like me managed that.” He nodded his head emphatically. “There is so much peer pressure around here to be ambitious and at least not immature if not mature. It’s quite the current to fight against. All that motivation makes me motion sick.”

If Orla wanted to make him squirm, he was normally pretty good at predicting what she wanted and not doing it. It was more difficult when she hit a nerve, but he tried to cut them off so he wasn’t affected. She knew how to attract his attention, and he was soon in the thrall of party planning. “You are right…for once.” He smirked. “This way I don’t have to go through the hassle of changing my name.” His mind was racing, and he hadn’t been sure which of those names would come out of his mouth first as he leapt to take the chance to make an introduction.

He wasn’t sure how Orla would adapt to his impulsiveness, and he was intrigued to watch her reaction. He wondered who would name their child Wit, and tried to keep that thought from scrawling across his face. Due to Wit’s annoyance, Aenon wasn’t a hundred percent sure he had accomplished that. “Guess you're named that ‘cause you’re such a funny fish? Must be clever’n goofy.” Aenon decided to follow Orla's lead. Telling them that they could be alone with them together was an interesting oxymoron. Even more interesting was that no one contradicted her. Her deadpan was exhilarating, and their resignation was to float belly up for. He made eye contact with each one of them as they hesitated to respond.

"Wow." He raised a brow and looked at Orla. “They must be on the same brain wave. They’re all making the same sound at the same time.” He did jazz hands sarcastically. “Really. They are quite boring. I’m not sure if I want to hang around with them. So uncreative. So similar. Thanks for the suggestions though.” If he were to put together a party, it had to be more exciting than this group. “I think you should go. Apparently, you can’t take a hint.” Carla kept her voice even, although it was obvious she was peeved.

“Carla!” Aenon’s mouth dropped open, trying to drum up the awkwardness. The males were looking at each other. Orla was obviously more important than them or any ordinary servant. She could make a lot of trouble for them, and they wished that Carla could be more diplomatic and less blunt. “Girl! I just wanted a few ideas for fun things to do, but now I think I need to teach you people how to have fun.” He shook his head. “She obviously isn’t the life of the party. Perhaps everyone got downgraded by hanging out with her.” His nose wrinkled a little. He snatched some of the delicious food he saw on George’s plate. “Hang around with us and you might learn something.” He looked at Orla thinking that one of the things they could learn is that my name isn’t Caspian.

He made a mental note to invite them, if he thought that he was hosting a successful party. "I'll put those things on my list. I'm not sure if I'll be doing it. Those are things to pass the time, not to have fun." He jerked his head towards Merle. He was heading their way. They needed to go, so that they wouldn't learn what his name wasn't. For all he knew Merle was making sure that Orla was present to attend some required meeting. "Better check on Pearle over there. Maybe I'll talk to the angel, while I'm waiting for you." He stuck his tongue out at Orla.

"See you around. I'll find you, if I'm doing something that I think'll teach you how to have fun." He smirked at the group. Carla was getting her wish. "I may have to come back and liven up this group. I don't think you know how to deal with me." Shaking his head adressing Orla, "I considered introducing them to Angelfish girl, but they might know each other. It would be terrible to find out that she knows them and hangs out with them...for fun. Besides, if she doesn't know them, it might ruin her."

He sighed. "Here comes my boss. He probably wants me to get back to work. I'm not sure how long your break is, but it looks like I had better get going. When can we meet up again?" He began to swim away in a hurry, but he turned on his back so he could wave as he left, not wanting to be caught. He preferred to be caught in the act of doing his job. While it might seem cowardly, it was much easier to be praised than to be lectured or punished.

(I thought perhaps instead of applause that jazz hands might make more sense underwater.)


Edited at January 29, 2022 05:35 PM by Sir Froggington
Freedom x Sir Froggington (Candor)February 17, 2022 07:09 PM


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As always, it was hard to tell what Orla was really feeling as she played the “shy girl.” She didn’t laugh at Aenon’s little jibe at Wit’s expense, and still wore an innocent expression. This sort of deadpan was the reason people often suspected her of lying, and tricks like she was pulling right now were the reason people were often right. Wit gave a vaguely confused look and said slowly, “No . . . my name is just Wit.” It might have been hard for any inexperienced deadpanner not to laugh at this, but Orla simply bit her lower lip. She seemed willing to let Aenon do most of the talking in the situation - she certainly wasn’t as vocal around other people as she was with Aenon. “Don’t worry,” said Orla to the group as Aenon declared them too boring for his tastes. “Keep trying - one day you’ll think up something fun to do.” She started to smile with saccharine sweetness, but Carla cut in with no pretense of politeness. The tip of Orla’s tail swished through the water, a subtle sign of amusement, but on her face she wore an expression of total betrayal. “Carla, I thought you said you wanted to be alone with us,” she said in a wounded voice. Aenon’s reaction was much the same, and between the two of them, the awkwardness was growing tangibly. If Orla noticed that a lot of that awkwardness had to do with her high rank, she certainly didn’t show it. She might have just been in character, or maybe she figured it would be bad for her career to hold her rank over people’s heads this early on - or maybe it was a bit of both.

“I think a party will do you good,” said Orla to Carla, scrunching up her eyes as she smiled. For once she didn’t seem totally insincere, but even if she had, for some insane reason, wanted to talk directly to Carla and say what she meant, Orla was rather lacking in those personality traits. Aenon moved forward to pluck a piece of food from the grub-loving George’s plate, and George gave him a very pouty look, stared down at his lap for a moment as though in deep contemplation, and then suddenly pulled his plate onto his lap to protect it from Aenon. The others glanced at him, but were too busy acting as though they’d never interacted with anyone before to really pay attention to poor George. As “Caspian” glanced at Orla, she raised a cryptic eyebrow at him which could have meant nearly anything. “If you guys ever need advice for fun things to do, just ask us,” said Orla, a little bolder. “We have so many ideas we don’t know what to do with them.” Orla followed Aenon’s gaze and saw Merle drifting towards them. She rolled her eyes at Aenon, smiling a bit, and wrinkled her nose up in response to Aenon sticking his tongue out at her. “Time to go Pearle-diving,” Orla agreed, sweeping her hair to the side of her face to block it from Merle’s view. Not that it helped - if anything, her hair was more distinctive than her face. The group glanced at Merle, but nobody seemed to know him, or if they did they didn’t have any strong opinions. Carla was looking immensely peeved off, but Simon had leaned over to whisper into her ear and she was keeping quiet.

“Well, thank you for the offer,” said Wit, who now looked as though he simply couldn’t wait for them to go away. “We normally just talk to each other and play limpets, but . . . if we ever get tired of that, I guess.” Simon gave them a smile, and Carla balanced him out by scowling darkly. George had decided to throw caution to the wind and was stuffing his gob with seaweed. Orla got up from the table and waved at them. As the others turned away, she couldn’t help giving Carla a little smirk. With that, she moved away from the table, smiling crookedly at Aenon. “We wouldn’t want our pretty angel to be contaminated,” she said, agreeing with him. “Better to convert her to the ways of fun while we can. Looks like we might have our work cut out for us, though, huh? I think they might’ve had their souls sucked out. Somehow they were not totally charmed by you, Caspian. Scooch, I think Merle the Pearl’s looking for me.” She darted behind a small crowd of people with a swish of her tail. “I think Carla likes us,” she said. “Look, we’re making friends already!” She let out an exhale of small bubbles. “Next time I get to pick a character out for you, though.” It was hard to tell if she was kidding around or actually wanted to. “I’m seeing a dashing hero of the seven seas, disgraced prince of a foreign land, terrible flirt and ravishingly handsome. With some exotic name like Joe. Prince Joe.”

Orla might have gone on, but Aenon’s boss was approaching and it was time for the good times to come crashing down. Orla frowned in an exaggerated way as Aenon told her he had to leave. “Now I have nobody to talk to but ol’ Merle the Pearl. And the angel, I suppose - she probably needs someone to guard her from the seeping haze of boringness.” Orla didn’t hesitate a moment before saying, “I can meet you tonight. I have guard duty for a couple of hours, and then I’m supposed to go back, but I can just, you know, not. I used to sneak out all the time. They can’t get mad at me. I’m their precious little girl.” Orla gave Aenon the same fake-innocent smile she’d been wearing earlier. He looked in a hurry, though, so she didn’t elaborate. She gave him a wave as he left, then moved out from behind the crowd so that Merle could find her.

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Aenon was getting tired of this slow game of awkwardness, and he saw his boss coming. "Guess you'll just have to miss me. Don't miss me too much," he did finger guns, as he began to swim away. "Yes! Meet me tonight somewhere." When he couldn't find her easier later on it was Aenon's fault for not establishing a meeting place. In his defense he was trying to avoid his irritable boss. Aenon and Orla tended to be irregular, so they didn't have a favorite spot. The only place that someone might expect to find them regularly other than their assigned post was where they got food or where they slept.

~~~ Time Skip ~~~

“Free at least.” He smirked as he carelessly tossed his tools into a discrete corner. He sighed accepting that they were still visible, making an awkward attention grabber, so he bent down and moved them farther into the dim corner. He nodded once curtly deciding that as long as no one was looking for something out of the ordinary they should be fine. He needed this area marked, so he knew where to return so that he didn't clean the same spots again tommorrow. After Aenon had taken frequent breaks to go on invitation runs, his boss had taken his attention off the asortment of mers and things he had to moniter to keep a watch on Aenon. Aenon was rather surprised he hadn't given up or fired him. His boss glared at him for his carelessness, but Aenon let it roll off his back. He assumed that his boss was ready to be done with Aenon, because he had let him get off five minutes early.

Aenon began racing through the palace corridors before his boss could give him another job, yelling, “ORLA!” at the top of his lungs. Loudly, he continued his semblance of the game of Marco Polo without any reply. He deduced from those creating a rather wide pathway for him that he was disturbing anyone who he came into earshot of, and his din could disrupt some fishes' swimming patterns. He wasn’t sure where she would be when she got off, but he wanted to tell her all about the surface party he had organized. He knew it would be hard to contact her while she was on duty, so he had done it all by his lonesome. While he was frantically swimming about, he had angry cycling thoughts of how no one had volunteered to help him. He felt a burning indignance inside of his chest. He broke out of it reminding himself that he was doing this for fun. Surely, Orla would have helped. They hadn’t had enough time to decide for sure when they were going to do it, so he assumed the sooner the better. If people got to know him, they might not come. He just hadn't given her enough time to aid him and formulate a plan of attack.

He had managed to bump into plenty of people. While he wasn’t sure who would show up, he was certain it would be an entertaining group. They were all supposed to meet at sundown. It would be more pleasant on their skin and eyes, and supposedly it would help them remain hidden from humans. If they remained far enough out to sea it shouldn’t be hard. He was disappointed that he wouldn’t see everything in the perfect clarity of the sun, but there would be little lights suspended in the sky that couldn't be seen during the day. He finally found Orla, and he wondered if he would be able to surprise her with the surface party or if someone had gotten to her first. Besides that, there was a good chance she could guess what he had been up to during his work hours.

“Orla! I finally found you. I’ve been searching and searching. I have got a surprise, but I want you to cover your eyes.” Once she submitted to a blind fold, he took her on the most serpentine route to the surface, so she wouldn’t notice their ascent. He made a quick stop at the kitchen to make sure attendees from the kitchen were bringing snacks. He would have to pay them later. Surprisingly, he didn’t go around spending his money willy nilly, so he had the funds to supply his party. He normally used it for pranks or parties. It took a while with all the extra turning to arrive at their destination.

He peeped around wondering if he was early or if no one was coming. He smiled with relief and made a shushing motion to the Angel fish girl. (I can’t remember if I gave her a name so…..I’m going to just give one.) As he looked around others came into view, and he made shushing motions to them as well. Since they weren’t swimming anymore, he was getting impatient. Orla was going to wonder what was up, and be suspicious that Aenon was pranking her. Wit, Simon, and George had made it, but he didn’t see any sign of Carla. He had invited several guards as well, but they might still be on duty. “Just wait a little longer,” he told Orla. Finally, he decided there was enough. There were more Mers here than he had expected to come. Dramatically, he whipped off the blind fold. They were about three feet under the surface of the water. “Voila! The party that was promised. Now that we’re here, I think we should play a game to decide who breaks the surface first.”

The surface felt so unnatural. It had to. There was less resistance he had heard from others, because something called air was less dense. He had heard good things about body surfing on waves though, and he was determined to try that. "Anyway, break out the food! It's time to party! Has anyone been to the surface before? I wouldn't mind learning how to body surf." He welcomed the Angel Fish girl with open arms. "Agatha, Aggie," he tried the nickname out. Pulling her close so he could disturb the water minimally he breathed, "Did you bring food?" He had promised food. He didn't want a riot of angry mers on his hands. He nodded his approval as he inspected the snacks. He headed to the three mers he had met at meal time. "Glad you could make it. Where is our dear friend Carla?" They mumbled some polite excuse, so he turned his attention back to the whole group.

Full of maturity, he stood proudly, and announced, "We shall play a rousing game of fish, fish, shark. Whoever gets in the belly of the shark three times will be the first to go to the surface." He smirked, because he had suggested a kids game where everyone was in a stationary circle, while "the shark" went around saying fish as they tapped everyone's head until they yelled shark and then the shark would chase them until the former shark managed to find their place in the school or was tagged by the shark and put into the belly. Aenon began to help himself to the food, sticking his arm into a storage container and drawing it out subtly chomping happily on the snack. There was no good place to put it, because there was nothing around. If they left the snacks unattended, they would float away. He expected that everyone was perfectly capable of serving themselves. Once they got in the circle, Aenon volunteered Orla to be the first shark.

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Orla had been very fortunate in being paired up with Merle the first time, because he has the backbone of a jellyfish and forcing him to play limpets was easy. Unfortunately, her second round of guard duty was performed with long-necked, stiff-lipped, boring-as-barnacles Bo, who insisted that they actually do their jobs. Orla had been floating aimlessly after Bo for too long to count, ceaselessly trying to get the large bonito mer to either crack or crack a smile. Unfortunately, Bo was either partially deaf or not at all interested in what Orla had to say. With no limpets and no teasing to be done, Orla could already feel her brain cells dying one by one. She could only hope she had part of a brain left so she could gasp out her dying wishes to her loved ones - well, Aenon, since he was the only one here. “Drag me by my tail?” Orla asked Bo, smiling sweetly, as they finally turned back to the barracks. Bo was not amused.

As soon as they got back, Orla swam over to Merle. “Oh, thank goodness, someone who’s not boring!” she said loudly, giving Bo a pointed look. “Merle, my old limpets buddy, my brain is dying.” With no Aenon around to talk at, Orla had to make due with what she had. Besides, she wanted to invite Merle to the party. She thought it would be hilarious to have him there.

“Murchadh!” General Kelsey barked, which Orla took to mean she was in trouble for something.

“Yes, Your Majesty?” asked Orla innocently, giving Merle a secret thumbs-up like the two had just hatched a plan that was going swimmingly.

General Kelsey looked down at the list. “You’re free to go.” So apparently Orla wasn’t in trouble. That was just General Kelsey’s general tone.

“Come on, Merle,” said Orla, tugging Merle after her. “Before Bo tries to talk to us.” She dragged Merle out of the barracks, looking around. Would Aenon still be working? Well, only one way to find out.

“What are you doing?” asked Merle, looking incredibly confused.

“Oh, Merle, that’s why everyone loves you,” said Orla offhandedly. “You know what, you’re so hysterical that I’m going to let you in on a secret. Lean in. Closer. Cloooser. Now farther away. We’re having a party tonight, and since you’re such a stand-up guy, I’m going to let you come. Don’t be late, alright?”

“Wait! When - where -” Merle started, but Orla was already moving away. As soon as she’d talked to Aenon about organizing it, she could just find Merle again and make him come. It’s not like he was ever doing anything else. Orla wanted to start talking about the party right away. It was sort of like being a little kid again - sneaking out with other kids, getting ten feet before being caught, getting scolded. Except this time they would probably get more than ten feet.

“Seen Aenon?” she asked everyone she passed. Most people answered something like, “Who the heck is that?” But she finally happened across a young lady who said she’d heard from a friend who’d heard from a friend who’s heard from an enemy that Aenon was setting up a party. Orla was inclined to cross her arms and make a pouty face for a moment, but if she was going to pout she had to find Aenon first, so she kept swimming.

“Orla!” Aha! There was that underhanded party-planner! Orla was all set to give him a very judgy look and demand an explanation, but he went on to say he had a surprise for her. Orla paused, then decided to play it innocent. After all, he seemed so proud of himself. She didn’t want him finding out that she already knew. She half-smiled and rolled her eyes and then said, “Alright, I guess nothing could go wrong with being dragged around blindfolded. If you let me bump into anything I’m giving you a tail-slap.” Orla followed him on a whirling, back and forth path that lasted so long she started to wonder exactly how far away this party was. At this rate, it would take them the entirety of tomorrow just to get back to the kingdom. Orla lingered as Aenon made a stop, resisting the urge to peek and see exactly how far away they were. She swished the tip of her trail back and forth impatiently as they floated unmoving for entirely too long. Maybe Aenon had taken her here to abandon her and leave her for dead. It was the only possible answer to why it was taking so long. “Still there?” she asked, just to see if maybe he had left. But she felt the swish of bubbles near her, and then more. There was either an army of fish or a merperson or two - which meant a few people had turned out to the party. That was honestly more than she had thought. Her initial guess had been somewhere around zero.

Finally, Aenon dramatically whipped off the blindfold. Orla was prepared to fake surprise, but she didn’t have to. Her eyebrows raised as she saw the huge amount of merpeople who had turned up. She didn’t even know half of these people. She looked at Aenon and gave him an actual smile which lasted less than a second. “Looks like we’re not as unpopular as we thought,” she said, scanning the crowd. Even Merle the Pearl had shown up - apparently somebody had told him how to get there. And there was a practically blinding reddish light rippling above the water. Orla had seen the surface before, but never the sky in this shade of red. She looked up at it as Aenon suggested they play a game to break the surface. Everyone was milling around, but as he said that, they started to form a circle. Hanging back slightly, Orla waited until Aenon wasn’t looking and veered up slightly to trail her finger through the air above. It felt strange and thin, and Orla darted back down, not out of fear but rather because she didn’t want Aenon to catch her breaking his sacred party rules.

Turning to the first person she saw, Orla locked in on the girl who had told her about the party. What was her name again? Angelica? Something like that. “Angelica here is going to sing for us, aren't you, Angie?” asked Orla, as though she’d known this girl for years. “She’s an amazing singer.” Orla could only hope “Angie” even knew how to sing at all. Angelica moved back, protesting that she couldn’t sing, but several people pushed her forward, laughing. Well, how about that? Looked like there were some people who liked to have fun around here after all. Orla swam towards Aenon as Angelica started singing in a small, wavering voice. She scooped up some food and batted him lightly with her tail. “I think I underestimated your party-planning stealth,” she said to him. “I bet you’ve been secretly planning this party since we first met, haven’t you?” Seeing that the angel fish girl was with him, Orla nodded. “Orla,” she introduced himself. “I’m his mother.” She nodded at Aenon. “I’m here to make sure he behaves.”

Aenon announced their game and Orla snorted, letting out a small stream of bubbles. She drifted into the circle, waiting for Aenon to finish eating and come sit next to her. She introduced herself to the young man sitting next to her too quietly to hear, but the way his face paled made it evident that she was spreading her usual lies. As soon as Aenon came, he volunteered Orla to be the first shark. She wriggled out of her place in the circle and went around five times, taking her own sweet time, before finally choosing Merle, who was caught almost immediately due to his panic over being chosen. As they went around and around, Orla leaned over to whisper to the merpeople near her, casting very obvious looks at Aenon. As they went around, a remarkably large number of people chose Aenon, which was almost definitely Orla’s work. It wasn’t really a surprise, then, that Aenon was the first to be in the belly of the shark three times. (I did this because I thought you might like to do your drowning :)

Orla looked very full of herself as the crowd gathered around Aenon, some looking apprehensive and some excited. “Well, looks like you’re the first one,” said Orla, giving him a sweet smile. “Try not to die, Aenon. My son.” Merle was biting his lip, and George was covering his eyes. Angelica was hiding behind another merperson. Orla gave Aenon a wave and saluted him. “Your bravery means a lot to us,” she said very seriously. “Your sacrifice will be remembered.” The waves were still rippling red, but the light was a bit dimmer now. Everyone was hovering about five feet below the surface, though some of the more confident ones were higher up. Orla was only two feet below, ready to pop her head up to laugh at Aenon should the opportunity present itself.

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Aenon shook his head sadly. “Me? Bump you into anything? Of course not! I would bump into something first.” He smirked, knowing she would prefer no bumping.“Don’t worry. I’m excellent at navigating.” He had a feeling that Orla would have no problem catching him if she desired to tail slap him. He knew that no one would help him. Either it would take too much energy, or it was amusing watching him screech with a mermaid hot on his tail. When he got to the place, he didn’t bother to answer her question. She’d figure out soon enough. However, he did keep a close eye on her blindfold. He’d start screeching at her, if she tried to take that off prematurely.

He searched her face and was pleased to see a short smile. It was genuine, and that was all that mattered to him. He wasn’t sure how surprised she was. She was decent at hiding the details of her feelings, but he was pretty sure she was as surprised as he was about the turnout. They didn’t even know this many Mers. Apparently, free food was a big incentive, or at least that is what Aenon guessed. After he suggested the game Aenon stared at everyone checking for rule-breakers. Playing the game for first often led to those who didn’t want to follow the rules.

He stifled a smile when he saw Orla maneuver Angie into performing. Classic move. They needed some music to fill the water. “A party planner never reveals his secrets.” Aenon recited because he couldn’t remember how long he’d been working on the party. “I can be stealthy when I want to!” his voice went higher with indignation. He smiled cheerily at Angie. “I know. Hard to believe someone as old and wrinkled as she is my mother. She should at least be my grandmother. Puhlease! I invited you, so you could stretch your ricketty bones. I didn’t invite you to supervise me.” He shook his head disapprovingly. He waved a lot of people away, wanting them to group up for the game.

He kept an eye on everyone chatting, as he finished stuffing his face. He wished that he could hear what Orla was telling the mer she was sitting by. He grinned watching Merle panic. It made it too easy. As they played the game, he noticed more whispering from Orla’s corner. Gradually, more and more people began to shark him, and he gave Orla suspicious looks. “I daresay, it seems that I get eaten quite a bit. Really, bullying the party planner like this is cruel. I shouldn’t be the first one to go. It should go to some unsuspecting partier. Really, I must protest.”

Slowly, he shook his head, accepting the inevitable results. “Such a cruel mother. I should never have invited you. No wonder I snuck behind your back to plan this.” He stuck his tongue out at her. He muttered, “I wanted someone else to be the unwitting sacrifice.” Aenon headed for the surface, turning back to look every so often at the whole group staring at him. Some had ill-hidden smirks as they anticipated something dumb happening. “I’m so honored that you all think this is interesting enough to ogle.” He sassily shook his tail fins at them. “What are you expecting to happen? I doubt it’ll be interesting. I’m a very,” he emphasized, “Very capable person. I’ll be fine. Nothing abnormal is going to happen.”

Slowly, his head breached the surface, as he cautiously looked around for humans or other strange creatures he might want to avoid. He stayed in place as he took a look around. He didn’t see anything too close by. There was a smudge on the horizon. Could it be one of those floating contraptions he had heard of? What was that called? Abruptly, his eyes were wide as he held his hands to his throat. His mouth was open in a surprised “O” and his gills were fluttering as he struggled to heave in air. He reached out a hand towards Orla in a silent plea for help. Because he hadn’t held his breath, he had very little oxygen left.

He began to sink back underwater.

Listlessly, he floated.

He watched their shock through narrowed eyes. The crowd began to swim toward him clueless about how to help him. Before they got too close, he shot off through a gap between the cloud of mers. He wanted to keep himself out of Orla’s reach. He looked behind him checking to see how close she was.

After ducking back under the water to evade Orla, he resurfaced and then ducked back under. “Orla!” he motioned her to be stealthy. Slowly, he snuck back up and peeped out of the water. There was a human on floating pieces of wood kept together by who knows what. (A boat) It was hard to tell if humans were male or female from here. He heard the human exclaim, “Look! It’s one of those really large spiny fish.”

“Hmph,” he began to cross his arms. What kind of nonsense was that! He knew that parts of him were spiny and colored similar to a lionfish, but he was surprised that the human couldn’t tell the difference. If he went back underwater, he wouldn’t be able to hear this strange human. Around him, he noticed that many of the other Mers had dove back under. Very few Mers considered human watching interesting. “Orla. Should we get a closer look?” He couldn’t remember the list of rules about what you couldn’t do around humans, but he figured it’d be easier to do since the crowd was thinning out. Hopefully, they would be gone, so they couldn’t report him for misconduct. Without waiting for a response he began to swim closer submerged.

He cocked his head as a soggy white piece dropped from the floating wood with tall sides. What was it? A fish darted by and swallowed it quickly. Did it taste good? The fish darted for another soggy piece. The next time it happened Aenon beat the fish to it. "What is this Orla? Want to try it?" He shoved it into his mouth and chewed tentatively. "Not too bad. Hopefully it's not poisonous. He remembered a biology book on humans. Apparently, they found it amusing to feed other creatures. Sometimes when they were around other creatures they would throw food out for them to eat it. That seemed so strange to Aenon. He didn't toss fish up at humans or other land creatures.

"You know what? I'm not sure if these humans are feeding fish or getting rid of waste. We might want to move away. If they are throwing away food perhaps we should return the favor. Want to pretend to be humans? We can toss these fish that are down here feeding back up at them. After all, they are the ones that attracted them."

He started swimming around the large wooden floatie. "Awww. Look at these cool barnacles!"

He had arrived with the ship coming towards them, and now he was beginning to realize how large it was. It could be a small whale, and it didn't care what was in its path. Lots of little fish were darting to the side trying to avoid being run over. "Orla! Move it! Move it! Move it!" his voice went from a shout to a hysterical scream. Barnacles were sharp and hurt. He didn't want to get pasted by that solid wall heading their way and then get cut to little bit. He started following the path of the fish.


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