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[malignstar]

Who: Felix & Thyme
When: Day 57, evening
Where: Thyme

Felix hasn't been spending much time in the carriage since their arrival on the new Prism. But he's here tonight in the living room, bent over a large sketchpad and sketching extremely slowly (and not with great talent). He's no artist but it's fairly obvious that his subject is a young woman with hair down to her waist. His own hair has been done up in a messy bun to keep it out of his face while he works.

Next to him on the couch is a white box secured with a Thyme green ribbon.

Should anyone pass by, he'll half-raise his gaze in acknowledgement.

"So, uh, we need have a talk..."

Comments

[malignstar]

So you have like scales and stuff?

[wontforbidtherain]

Gills and scales, yes. I've already had the hints of them.

[gestures to her neck, which does have a sort of pattern of folds that one day might be gills]

I don't recall that many details. I haven't remembered many elders yet.

[malignstar]

Sounds a lot like mermaids.

[wontforbidtherain]

I suppose it does.

[malignstar]

I remember you said you liked to swim.

[wontforbidtherain]

Yes. I don't like feeling dried out.

[malignstar]

Dried out?

[wontforbidtherain]

I... can't really describe it better than that.

[malignstar]

What do you do when you feel... dried out?

[wontforbidtherain]

Go swimming.

But I'm going to have to find another solution.

[malignstar]

Because of the honey?