WHO: Nadine and Fynch WHEN: Monday 7th WHERE: L-Ghadira WHAT: Making a new friend perhaps WARNINGS: TBD
Nadine spiralled lazily through the water of the main tank in the L-Ghadira tent, letting her hair flow gently around her. The Cirque didn’t open again until Thursday, so she was enjoying swimming alone without being watched. Everyone else was out already, making the most of their free time by seeing the sights of the new city. She’d been invited, but she was still a little morose over her lost marriage potential, so she’d decided to swim instead.
If she looked the same as her brothers and sisters back in the loch when she changed into her undine self, she’d never get a single penny from anyone. They were much smaller and fishier in appearance than she was, with jagged teeth and greenish scaly skin. Nadine kept a much more palatable glamour, maintaining a more classic mermaid look. She wore a bra top for the show covered in pretty shells and woven strings of pearls, but right now she went with a simple white bikini as she practised making her hair flip aesthetically in the water.
As she swam, she sang. Her voice was eerie and melancholy, a song pining for love and the highlands of Scotland as she worked through her emotions. Perhaps she wasn’t as enticing a voice as her sirena co-star, but it was still a haunting sound floating on the breeze in the still, quiet circus evening. Nadine closed her eyes and let herself sink to the bottom of the tank, and lay there on her back, looking up through the water at the bright fish flipping through strands of her hair floating up like seaweed, hands and tail gently wafting through the water.