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Research (Narrative)
Ariel smiled at herself as she made her way slowly down the hallway of the building where her apartment was. All day she had been anxious to get out and discover. Since meeting James, Ariel had grown curious about Brooklyn and some of the other things she had come across in her small amount of time in the City. Honestly she wanted to know everything, though she was aware that it would take time and experience to truly know as much as her heart desired. John had shown her music and instruments; Ariel had chosen a book complimentary of that genre, a volume that included photographs and that came with a way to listen to demonstrations of the instruments. It was called a CD. Whatever that was.
Also, Ariel had selected carefully an atlas, and an Encyclopedia that featured places like New York, where she discovered Brooklyn to be, and a mountain of other things that came between the letters L and O in the human alphabet.
And for her last selection, Ariel had chosen a book on mermaids. It had taken a lot of reading to find one she felt accurately described her people. She didn't want anyone getting the wrong impression or idea of what the mythical creatures were really like. Humans speculated, of course, but she found a book that wasn't too extensive, that came with well illustrated photographs and had accurate facts. Well, close enough to accurate for her to be alright with it.
The former mermaid reached her door and walked past it only a few steps to the door next to it. Number eight. She wouldn't bother James, she hoped he was out discovering the City, but she did want to make sure he got the book she picked up for him. Easily, Ariel stooped and left the book about her people leaned casually against the door at the bottom. He couldn't miss it if the door opened, even if it was from the other side. Within the cover of the book was a small, short and well-scripted note in her handwriting, letting him know that she hoped he found the reading worthwhile, and that it was from her.
With that done, and her heart fluttering more than she understood, Ariel walked back to her own door. She stopped only to look curiously at what had been taped to it. It was a small, glossy rectangular shape with a person on it. Her fingers reached out and the tips brushed the thing gently. It was a Queen of Diamonds, what humans would call a playing card. But instead of a regular smile, the one on this card was different. The grin was broader, in a red that made it look clownish. And the diamond themselves were red.
Who had left such a thing?
Confused, Ariel took the card from the door, opened it and walked inside. She closed the door behind herself, tucked the card into one of the books for later and then proceeded to get comfortable in her apartment and spend the rest of the day reading.
Also, Ariel had selected carefully an atlas, and an Encyclopedia that featured places like New York, where she discovered Brooklyn to be, and a mountain of other things that came between the letters L and O in the human alphabet.
And for her last selection, Ariel had chosen a book on mermaids. It had taken a lot of reading to find one she felt accurately described her people. She didn't want anyone getting the wrong impression or idea of what the mythical creatures were really like. Humans speculated, of course, but she found a book that wasn't too extensive, that came with well illustrated photographs and had accurate facts. Well, close enough to accurate for her to be alright with it.
The former mermaid reached her door and walked past it only a few steps to the door next to it. Number eight. She wouldn't bother James, she hoped he was out discovering the City, but she did want to make sure he got the book she picked up for him. Easily, Ariel stooped and left the book about her people leaned casually against the door at the bottom. He couldn't miss it if the door opened, even if it was from the other side. Within the cover of the book was a small, short and well-scripted note in her handwriting, letting him know that she hoped he found the reading worthwhile, and that it was from her.
With that done, and her heart fluttering more than she understood, Ariel walked back to her own door. She stopped only to look curiously at what had been taped to it. It was a small, glossy rectangular shape with a person on it. Her fingers reached out and the tips brushed the thing gently. It was a Queen of Diamonds, what humans would call a playing card. But instead of a regular smile, the one on this card was different. The grin was broader, in a red that made it look clownish. And the diamond themselves were red.
Who had left such a thing?
Confused, Ariel took the card from the door, opened it and walked inside. She closed the door behind herself, tucked the card into one of the books for later and then proceeded to get comfortable in her apartment and spend the rest of the day reading.