So callously kicked out of the mermen’s retreat, she swam slowly away, the book trailing open from her hand. They had looked at it as if it were a piece of seaweed presented by a proud child, had made comments as vague as the form of the sun blurred by the water’s surface.
Another try and still the book clung to her. She wondered if she would ever have the courage to cast it away. Her fearful curiosity did not abate, even as she swam with a numb mind back towards the coral pavilions. The water held still around her.