Teddybear

"Watching..." Marciella shook her head. She was clearly meant to understand. She wasn't going to out herself as an outsider just yet by expressing that she didn't have a clue ...

Marciella raised an eyebrow, "You 'fend them off'," she said, disbelieving. She shook her head, heard the newcomer, and turned. "And who are you?" she asked, getting a grasp on ...

Kiran jumped back in surprise. Sparks arced up her sleeves and her skin shifted through three days in pace with her mind. She blinked rapidly to calm the shifting once ...

She narrowed her eyes, about to say something. Some reprimand. Call him a fake, a liar, but she bit it back, reconsidered. It was a different world. For all she ...

Marciella rolled her eyes, "Must it?" she stepped toward him, looking him up and down before stopping a few feet in front of him with her arms crossed, her gaze ...

Marciella quietly excused herself from the group and slid back into the water. Her legs were killing her and she suspected that it was the soreness of her fins leaking ...

Queenie glanced around. It was darker than she'd previously thought down here. She closed her eyes and forced the thoughts that accompanied that one out of her head. Then, silently ...

Kiran felt a burst of excitement. Home. She gave the girl a grateful look, but was too distracted by her thoughts to say anything. How would she apologize for her ...

"Hm?" Marciella blinked, "My family?" Baba couldn't mean that. There were a few topics one just didn't ask the mer about, family was one of them. But Baba wasn't from ...

Marciella blinked, the only sign that she was at all surprised by this answer, and responded with her usual grace, "You certainly seem to," she said, being careful not to ...

Marciella smiled. Humans were always smiling. Anything less and anger, resentment, sadness, or any other negative emotion would be assumed. It was exhausting. "I see," she said, waited for a ...

"You don't have one?" she frowned, "Is your family wealthy?"

She had to remind herself to return the smile. Human traditions with her then for sure. "And your occupation?" she asked, attempting to keep up the conversation.

Marciella made note of the pair who came near her group, but was careful not to stare. She instead nodded to Rowena, "I'm newly nineteen myself," she said, "Yourself?"

"Thank you," she responded, then thought for a moment, "If you're nearly immortal, I assume it would be pointless to wager a guess at your true age?"