His gills struggled to open, so Cove was forced to stay at the surface for oxygen. Being underwater for too long made him lightheaded. He took in long, deep breaths of air. It felt good, even if his skin was already drying out. He rolled over on the backside of the rock so his stomach got some of the rock’s water.
The waves were hitting the dock nearby, and he decided to watch the tide come in. When he raised his head, he didn’t expect to see a human standing on the rocks. He sat on top of a precarious-looking rock, with his head turned out towards the rest of the sea
Cove lowered his head, but kept it so he could watch the human. Upon closer inspection, it was the human he took to shore just a week ago. He stared, wide-eyed, wondering why the human would risk going so close to the ocean again.
The human slid down the rock until he was just in front of a tidal pool. He hovered there for a while, before pulling out a piece of fabric. “Hey, Ocean!” he called out. Cove could barely hear it from the rock he was sitting on.
“I’m sorry that I missed yesterday’s festival!”
Festival? Cove’s long ears pricked, and he dove into the water. He swam a bit closer to the beach, and dipped his head up just before the water was too shallow for him to swim in.
“But I didn’t have any offerings for you. Now I do, though. Maybe you can take this. It’s old and all, but it’s really important to me. I didn’t think I could give it up before.” He dropped the fabric in the water, where it floated for a few seconds before sinking to the bottom of a tide pool.
“Sorry again,” he said.
Cove watched as the human sat down at the bottom of the rock again. He sighed loudly.
The human was small, maybe his age. His black hair spiked up, illuminated orange in the sunset light. He wore a shirt over his chest, something his mother told him humans did. It made him look effeminate.
Cove tried to breathe quietly, watching the human.
“So yeah,” he said. “That’s all I’ve got for you. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow. Who knows?” He grunted and put himself back on his weird appendages. He stretched them, the climbed back up the rocks and out of sight.
What a weird creature, he thought. He got back to swimming underwater until he reached the tidal pool that was the piece of fabric. He felt the brown fabric until he saw its shape in the dim light. It was a shirt.
But why was a shirt so important to a human? A male, no less. He took it in his hands, feeling the stiff mesh where the chest area was. That was interesting. It wasn’t anything like one of his shirts.
He gripped it tightly and took it out of the pool. Then, he started swimming underwater until he hit the rock. He lifted his head, took a deep gasp of air, then went under.
A festival? Cove certainly didn’t see any human festivals yesterday. But then again, he was kept underwater yesterday. Was the festival why?
As he neared the reef, he hid his shirt underneath his shawl. He didn’t know why he hid it, but if they human threw it while he was alone, then it must’ve been private.
He sighed, bubbles flying up to the surface. Humans were weird.
AN: So I'm debating whether or not to do this or continue Stone Cold Hands, which has the first 2 chapters in my portfolio lol. Any ideas?