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redtail rise, west of a glacier, he says. he asks why she does not return to sweetharbor, and her stomach flips. i dunno. there's just... nothing there for me anymore, i guess.
she shrugs nonchalantly, ignoring the sharp nip of pain the thought of the lavender fields brought her. there was no one left, unless malakai and simeon had stayed, or unless — something else. she chooses not to think about it.
there's a comfortable, relaxing coolness to mulherin, something so alluring; sour and yet sweet, sharp-edged and finelined. she watches as seafoam roils, curling in an angry spiral, and the subsequent wipeout of the glacier boy. she gasps before dissolving into a fit of fluttering, girlish laughter.
my mermaid magic, huh? heat spreads to her cheeks, pooling in the depths of her belly. oh, you've caught onto my evil scheme. such a shame! what ever shall you do, mulherin?