We got no troubles Who: Cloelia & Billie Where: The lake When: Late morning
It had been raining a lot. So much so, that Cloelia had been river-bound until she managed to persuade herself to don the shiny, plastic pants that unnerved her so much. They separated legs. Separated. Weren't they already separate enough? They didn't need layers of stuff between them. It was like human clothes wanted her to have legs. They don't want me to change back again. The mermaid froze. If that was true, then she really should just get back in the water... No. No, she could do this.
It was a stupid worry, she told herself, browsing through various unattended... things while she wandered around town. She wasn't going to pretend to know what most of them were. But her tail always came back, and she was going to prove it.
By going to the lake.
Water always solved On Land issues.
Of course, she had managed to pick up a variety of things along her way. There was only just enough room in her bag for her pen and pad as well as everything else. Dropping the bag on the ground a few feet away from the water's edge, she began to peel off the layers of clothes without bothering to check for company. Really, there was no need to cover oneself in so much... stuff. Clothed in nothing but bangles and a necklace, she waded in far enough for her to feel her legs, arms extending so she could dive. She automatically forgot her paranoia--ooh, fish! mine!--and surfaced, taking herself back to the bank. The fish got its head bashed against the ground while she reached for her bag; food, toys and water. Cloelia was quite content.