MERMAID (chapter 6.1) -one of my fav chapters lol-

by Kanga in my own little bubble

6. TALKING

She whipped around, her long blonde-teal hair flung every which way. And instead of jumping into the lake again, she gazed at me intently.

 It was quite unnerving, but I was scared that if I looked away, she would leave.

“My names Cy. Cyria. What’s yours?” I asked, tensely. Though I didn’t speak slowly or use my hands like I would if I was talking to someone who didn’t speak English. It was obvious she could understand me, because of her knowledge filled eyes.

“Oceana,” she replied in the same enchanting and musical voice I heard her using when she sung. 

“Are you a mermaid?” I couldn’t help blurting out, in a voice that was definitely not enchanting or musical. Actually it sounded sort of squeaky. Great. When I want to sound sophisticated and smart, I end up squeaky.

“That is what you call us, yes.”

Oceana was still staring at me as if I was the mermaid and she was the human. I couldn’t help noticing her tail was flipping on the rock, like a dogs when they are happy.

I took a step forward, getting the urge to touch her tail. Now, out of the water, it was tinged with every colour imaginable. Sparkling sea blues and shimmering emerald greens the most noticeable.

The downpour of rain had stopped, and now water drizzled lightly from the grey sky.

I had so many questions I wanted to ask her. Where do you live? Can I see your tail? Do you have a family? What do you eat? Do you usually talk to humans? But all that came out was my breath, in ragged gasps.

The mermaid’s delicate red lips flickered upwards.

It was the first time I ever remember her smiling, and if I thought she was beautiful before, I had completely changed my mind.

Her face lit up, it was almost glowing.

She looked totally different. I could see the twinkle in her eyes, her small, refined nose, dainty cheery lips, high angled cheek bones and gleaming, golden hair.

She looked like a flawless, work of art that belonged in the Louvre.  A sculpture of absolute perfection. Precise on every minor detail.

It was as if she fell from the heavens.

Seeing my expression she laughed.

 It was a musical master piece in itself. A world renowned symphony. A hundred chimes, tinkling in the wind.