Who: Corentin and Linnea
When: Morning.
Where: The river.
As rivers went, Corentin thought, this was a nice one. The shallows weren't too hard to navigate, even if they were too close to the humans' houses and roads for his taste, and the deeper parts were fairly quiet. He was beginning to grow accustomed to freshwater, even if nothing tasted as good as it did out in the open ocean, but sometimes he couldn't help but feel suffocated. There was no real
reason for him not to head back out into the Atlantic, when it would hardly be difficult to avoid his old pod if he really wanted to, and yet every time he made up his mind to return, he always wound up putting it off and could never articulate exactly why.
He supposed it wasn't a terrible hardship to run into the local humans every now and again. If he wanted to get away from them, he could. It would be easy to stay out in the deeper parts of the big lake, where boats were only moderately bothersome and humans didn't attempt to swim. He usually only ventured away from there when he was willing to be social if necessary.
Today, he was sunning himself in the waters near the forest, trying to avoid what he knew to be the territory of other merfolk just for politeness' sake. The river was small, by his standards, but nonetheless, there was room enough for a few of them.