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Marit had spent virtually all of Friday reading her books which were all very enjoyable. She had hoped to see Mister Wyatt again, not only because she hoped he was truly interested in learning some Swedish, but so they could discuss the novels that they both had now read. But for all of the reading she did, Marit was naturally half of a fish and had spent the last month deep down in the lake. While she liked the prospects of her land life, one could not make such a transition in a few short days. Very early in the morning, before the sun rose, Marit slipped into the darkened lake and glided off to be amongst one of her dearest friends. In their way of communicating, there were no names that could be understood by those that were not of the aquatic sort, but Marit had decided to name him Charlie when speaking of him outside of the lake.

From the very earliest portion of the morning and after the sun rose, Marit and Charlie swam about the lake together in play. When he went off to get something to eat, the mermaid glided through the water across the front of the bungalows, one of which was her own. Curious of her neighbors, none of which she had met yet, she had moved closer to the little homes. Someone's dog was barking loudly, the pitch of it alerting Marit to be cautious. She did not think it was due to her presence, but to something else entirely. There did not appear to be anything lurking across the way nor was there anything in the water around her. A door opened, a person paused. Someone had angered another person or so that was the belief.

Marit was curious but knew that this was complete and total eavesdropping. It was rude and she should not be doing it. But there she was, just a few tail-flicks away from her neighbor's bungalow. Her face was above the water, blonde hair darkened from the water and floating on the surface.

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It had been awhile since she had seen a dog. Her first encounter with a dog was a bit frightening but very exciting all the same. Marit and her brother had gone closer to the surface of the lake in which they lived in Sweden and moved awfully close to the shore. She was age ten and had never seen such a creature before in her very young life. The dog was nice, too, as it paddled out after a stick of wood. Of course, one good experience did not mean that all dogs were nice and she had come across some unfriendly dogs, too. Marit stayed where she was until the four-legged creature came to the edge of the pier.

The woman did not bob as other people did when they were treading water. Her stance was more graceful and natural. With a tilt of her head at the dog's chuff, Marit smiled some and moved a little closer. "Hello," she said very soft, perfectly well for a dog to pick up but quieter than what her human companions could notice. Arms rose from beneath and stretched out over the water in efforts to look a little more human and a little friendlier, too. It was only when she reached up to the edge of the pier with her hands that she looked a little strange. All of her fingers were webbed together. But that would not make a difference in how nicely she could pet the dog if she--the dog--were so inclined to allow it.

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As she would went meeting any new creature that was without the human capacities of greeting, Marit remained rather still but open to investigation. Once Sweeney was closer and went about sniffing the mermaid's strange fingers and lapping at her soft but tough skin, Marit grinned and raised one hand off of the pier to pet the top of the mutt's head. "You're just a lovely little one, aren't you?" Her eyes seemed especially blue, sharper than they would look when she was on land. They sparkled with a reflection of her inner nature.

While she was not completely unaware of another's approach, she was a bit distracted. He was not felt as he would be if he were swimming towards her as senses were much sharper in the lake. To Sweeney, she was whispering little things, nice comments and even little squeak noises that an animal could appreciate when a voice spoke out. It almost startled Marit but his tone was one that did not convey any initial reason to be overly cautious. "Names are funny things," she gave softly to Sweeney as she was another creature that went for some time without a name.

It was a moment before she addressed the man as she did feel a bit bad about her eavesdropping just a few minutes past. "Hello, sir," she greeted with a soft smile. It was then she realized that this was the first person here that had ever seen her in the water and it made her feel a bit funny. People here were supposed to be different, after all. She scratched behind Sweeney's ears as her eyes gazed up at the man with growing curiosity.

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'Sascha' was a name that she had not heard in some time, not since she was in Sweden. A nice little man lived down the street and always took long evening walks. Someone told her he was originally from Russia or one of its satellites and had escaped during the Second World War. It was a fleeting thought and she was again focused on her neighbor when he offered a hand in greeting.

"Sascha Connolly," she repeated as it to commit to memory and let go of Sweeney and took Sascha's hand. "Marit Larsson." Her grip was gentle but not like a dead fish; feminine but present. He may or may not have noticed her fingers and a little bit of the butterflies were in her chest. It was strange and yet comforting that she could show a little of her true self to people and not feel as though she would be hurt for it.

Just then, another man came out and to the edge of the pier. "Hello," she replied back softly. Yes, his pale eyes did catch her attention for a beat. "Irei. That's different." Marit's lips pinched together a bit as that last part was not meant to actually be said aloud. With both of them present, she gave Sweeney one last rub and then pushed herself away from the pier just enough so that she did not have to lift her head back so much to see them. Marit glided with ease a few feet within a comfortable distance for both speaking and seeing, and answered Sascha's question.

She looked toward the bungalow a moment and then shook her head, soaked hair not moving much out of place. "No, I am afraid I haven't. I was much further out for most of the morning. I had been going along the piers for a little while but I hadn't heard anyone or seeing anything. The first creature I'd heard from land all more was Sweeney."

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"Miss Larsson is fine, Mister Connolly," she said with a small smile. Though he had noticed one unique feature, it would not take much movement on her part to reveal some more. Her arms outstretched to her sides just under the surface of the water and they moved back and forth as if to glide, but the rest of her did not move much more than that. It was easy to bob as she was, though the end of her tail was rather close to brushing against some algae-covered rocks at the bottom.

She had no reason to really think much more about the package that he had intially asked about. The little smile quickly flashed into a grin before it softened once again at the notion that she was out for a morning swim as if it were something she did every once in awhile. Since they were neighbors and should be neighborly, Marit nodded a little in understanding to the latter of his statement. "Yes, actually I live--" a pause as she turned to look and see just how far down she really was, "Six to the south. But I've only really been living in it for a few days. Mostly I've been living... in... the lake." It felt strange to make such an omission to a complete stranger and she almost instantenously regretted sharing it.

But as quickly as that had risen in her, she dismissed it as something of a rotten old habit that she simply did not need to continue in this place and then made a rather bold gesture on her part. Marit had to lean back only some to counter the great weight of her tail but the distinctive shape of a large fin came up to the surface and made a little splash on the water. Somehow she could not help but giggle softly and add, "You could stay I take swims morning, noon and night."

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"I probably swim as well as you walk," Marit replied with another giggle. These two were not the sort of people that she had been afraid to find, both in Sweden and here in Elysium. They seemed both accepting and perhaps a little curious as to what she was or how she might be in the water. It would be much too bold for her character to invite the three of them, sweet little Sweeney included, out for a swim where she might be inclined to show off a bit and give bigger flash of her tail. Maybe if she became better acquianted with them...

Just then, there was a sound that was strange to those on land but very familar to the one i the water. Marit looked behind her to find a hippocamp not far off and he was neighing to her. Her smile was warm and it was obvious that the two knew one another. He was lonely, or he was feigning loneliness, if only to get her to come back out and play just a little bit more. Marit's response was just as foreign, a sound made in such a manner that only Sweeney seemed privvy to understand what it could mean.

"My friend needs me," Marit explained when she turned back around to them. "But I hope to see you all more often, and on land." Marit leaned back and under the surface of the water. The men would see something glimmer and then another flick of her tail. The hippocamp excitedly took off after her, and they headed further into the center of the lake.

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