I could sing you out of this Who: Cloelia & OPEN Where: The lake When: Late morning
Sometimes floods were fun. Sometimes they were really annoying. Sometimes they managed to be a weird mixture of both. This one had been the latter, which Cloelia didn't really mind so much as long as she actually managed to find the fun that was to be had. As it stood, she had mostly waited the whole thing out around her cave in the river, catching fish and occasionally sifting through the new layers of silt for anything worthwhile. A lot of things had been brought down the river the past few days - some of it had actually ended up inside her cave, which wasn't in the least bit amusing. Most of it had been carried right down to that place where she kept finding the interesting rocks. Did I show Charlene where that was? I need to do that. So she had rummaged through those too, hurling unwanted rocks left, right and centre. She was fairly certain one of them had hit something. Or someone. Ummm.
Her scavenging paid off, though. True, no humans had fallen into the water, nor had she had the opportunity to drown anyone. A frown creased her forehead momentarily as she considered the collective opinion on eating people that the merfolk around here seemed to hold. It was all different, though she suspected Melia and Nixie might agree with each other. Then there was a great big gap between them and Charlene and - and I think I fit somewhere in the middle. Shaking her head - more of an effort at shaking out her hair than a statement regarding her trail of thought - Cloelia raked clawed fingers through her hair and pulled her much-loved and well-worn bag up beside her. She had things. Lots of things. And she had been practising with her hair like Melia had told her to. Better to do this by the lake where there wasn't a current to interfere than down by the river. Besides, the trees did not block out the sun here. Pulling her dress off over her head, she threw it onto the pile her boots had started and began to dig through her bag for things to try and put in her hair. Her tail kicked up a small shower in the shallows. The song that had wedged itself into her head was hummed while she looked for the fishing line. She didn't know the words.