Obligatory disclaimer: real life sucks,
and your family is often ensuring that you feel worse on top of anything more
vague and indirect. The good news that Ford, at least, seems to be intent on
thawing the U.S.-Canada border interactions in May…whatever that means; I’m
being cautiously realistic, and suspecting that nothing will come out of this
until the middle of the next month, (i.e. we got another couple of weeks of
lockdown/quarantine left at least), but what can’t be cured must be endured…
unless you’re like G.W., who did something else, and now the situation is worse…
on a local level… in Nova Scotia… at least. Now what?
Here is another piece of original
fiction, that is what. What do you think, anyhow?
Once upon a time, there
lived a merrow in the northern sea, and she had a mermaid cousin, with whom she
did not get along.
“How will I ever get myself a handsome
fisherman, if you are scaring them all away?” She would ask when the two would
meet... occasionally. As far as the two cousins went, the mermaid was the more
feral one, and both cousins knew this. Thus, the mermaid was dismissive of her
cousin, until she was not.
“You’re lonely?” She suddenly asked during one
such occasion, starting them both, if truth were told - the lives of the two
cousins rarely crossed and they had nothing to talk about... usually. “Fine. Go
to the Whale bay tomorrow - there you’ll meet someone, I’m certain,” she
muttered, and with a flick of her tail, she was gone.
The merrow thought this over: she and her
cousin didn’t get along, but nothing more, so why not to follow her advice?
Plus, there were no bad rumours about the Whale bay, just some odd ones, and so
the merrow decided to cooperate, and swam to the Whale bay to reach it by
tomorrow...
...As far as the two cousins went, the mermaid
was faster, but the merrow had more endurance, and so she had no problems in
reaching the Whale bay by the designated time. What she found there was a large
but obscure bay, rocky and out of the way, which provided shelter from both sea
storms and prying eyes. “A girl could enjoy living here,” she muttered to
herself.
“Glad that you approve,” someone sarcastically
muttered, and the merrow was grabbed, unceremoniously, across her waist. “Kara,
I told you- wait. You’re not her.”
“...” A merrow is stronger than how they look,
when compared to humans; right now, our heroine was grabbed by a very large sea
troll, and wisely said nothing, she just made some vague noises, lest the troll
ripped her in two.
“Crossbones.” It was Kara and her partner, a
merman of her own species. “Behave. This is Kara’s estranged cousin, and we’re
in a special place.”
“Fine,” the sea troll reluctantly muttered, as
he left the merrow go. The latter was not done herself, (her cousin set her up
with a sea troll, really?), when she felt something big move through the water
and decided to cooperate. This was the right choice, for thus she got a prime
spot to observe the whales arrive, for this was their birthing ground, (hence
the bay’s name, you know!).
For some time the foursome observed the
semi-sacred event, (except for krakens and their kin, most sea-dwellers hold
the whales in high regard for their strength and wisdom), and once it was over,
the whales began to sing, in gratitude, for keeping the sharks and orcas out. (We
are talking killer whales here and not orcs - orcs do not like water actually).
The whales sang of the north, where it is snow
and ice all year round, of the south, where it is hot constantly, and of
everywhere in-between. And then they were done, they said good-bye in the whale
tongue, and left for the open sea, from which they came.
The foursome were left to their own devices
once more.
“Now what?” The merrow muttered to no one in
particular.
“Let’s go to our place and celebrate!” Her
cousin said brightly and somehow everyone complied and did just this, but that
is another story.
End
…Well, this is it for now. Did you like
it? Comments, criticisms are welcome! And I will see you all soon!
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