Up where they stay all day in the sun Who: Dylan & Frances Where: Redleaf lake When: Afternoon
Lots of humans were around today. Well, lots of humans were around every day, but at certain times there always appeared to be more of them. Take now, for instance; the adolescent humans in their varying stages of development were always more visible than in the morning or the early hours of the afternoon. They carried bags on their shoulders and books in their hands and walked in lines, talking and laughing with one another.
For a while, Dylan had been watching a pair of humans writhing against one another not far from the water's edge. The male kept grabbing at all of the soft, wobbly parts of the female, which human females seemed to enjoy before mating (why were they so wobbly anyway? Mermaids had too much muscle to wobble like that). But this female didn't seem happy with her chosen partner, and started to pull away when his hands moved up her thigh. When he scrambled off her, the female stood up and, after saying something Dylan couldn't quite make out, stormed off through the trees, with the male following behind her.
Well that was no fun.
Dylan had circled the lake a couple of times before coming to the surface beneath a small wooden jetty. There was a person sitting directly above him, the tip of their shoe hanging over the edge. Someone new to play with? He certainly hoped so.
He sank beneath the water and swam further up one side of the jetty, rising to the surface slowly, silently. His claws slithered up one of the support beams and he pulled himself up so that his elbows were resting on the surface of the wood. The human - definitely female - had her back to him; she was looking out to the water. Resting his head on his elbow, Dylan stared at the girl, waiting for her to realise that she was being watched. Humans were quite good at that, but only within a certain distance. Their instincts were so limited.