Stavanger Bay 朴​念​仁 | bokunenjin

omg he is so precious, i cry.

maybe it was because his questions pertained to her passions, but she had all the patience in the world for them. of course, she answered with a soft smile painting her dark lips. mei waded deeper into the water and glanced back at the boy. then, she pushed off, feet no longer secured on the sandy floor. they danced in the water, pushing & pulling in smooth circles to propel her lithe body. her tail acted as a rudder, guiding her like a ship.

she paddled back to the boy, though she stopped a fair distance off to shake her pelt of excess water without dousing him. the northern air was frigid, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. what is your name? she asked, sitting back down in her original spot.