Leira didn’t sleep that night. The small tent she’d been assigned flapped in the current as the storm roared around her. She tried desperately to secure the hides of the tent to the seabed, lining the edges with rocks and pebbles. Despite her efforts, sand swept into the tent, choking her.
A cold current passed through the nest. Leira huddled to the ground, wrapped herself in a seaweed coverlet and waited for it to end.
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Water
FantasyThink you know mermaids? Think again. (Think underwater Twilight) **** "Our waters are changing. We've known it for a while now. We can sense it. We can taste it. We can feel it." Imagine growing up your whole life believing you know who you are, w...
