The waters were calm... Until something gray dashed at light speed nearby. Her tail manoeuvred gracefully between every rock and coral, her dim colour contrasting the bright ones of the cay. Her hands brushed every surface, every little cavity between seaweed and sand. Iara pouted, scouting carefully every inch. She…

Something nudged him. So he grumbled, waving his hand. There was an annoyed bark, his fingers pushing away a snout. He won a minute of silence. And then the snout nudged back. “Shamiraaaa…” Another bark, this time louder. Matthew was not awake yet, not mentally. Her eyes narrowed when he…

Every day, his feet stepped onto the beach; every morning, even if he did not know why. There was not a single day in which he missed his daily walk, not one. He tried not to, but he always ended up halting while he walked along the coast. There was…

“He won’t come back.” He said. “He might hate us.” He was sure of it. Yet he could only watch baffled now… because he did come back. For what reason, he did not know. Alon could only swim there, circling the coast, following Iara while she sneaked near the human.…

Warmth was all he felt. He was laying on something soft. A grumble escaped him, his chest rising as he took a breath, which made his mind awake slightly. He frowned, feeling his back slightly heated, the air around him hot. His eyelids moved, his gaze lidded; he was slightly…

He fidgeted sadly, bothered by all the sounds that echoed.  Shamira was resting on the floor at his side, her ears lowered as much as possible, annoyed by all the noise as well. His uncle was leaning against an old boat, cleaning its hull, his stern eyes focused entirely on…

She kept glancing back. Her eyes were looking sadly at the coast while she swam, barely keeping Alon's pace. Even if he was hurt, he was swimming fast, away from the beach. The merman let out a long trembling sigh, finally letting his tail stop in order to hold himself,…

Mondays... Who did not hate Mondays? He used to hate them. Oh, how he did. It was a day that made everyone stress out. All would grumble at the prospect of work, a long week of tiredness. Things needed to be done. Mondays were a hated day, a day in…

Thunder echoed. His eyes narrowed, noticing the black clouds over him. He could hear the waves, which made the ship sway, his feet having to move carefully to not stumble. The storm was building up. Everything was dark around him. And still, he held the toolbox tightly, his mind already…

“H-hold up!” Alon panted, breaking the surface with his back fin while he tried to take speed. Somehow, he still could not catch up with her. “Iara!” He shook his head in disbelief, barely managing to catch a glimpse of her gray tail, her figure moving at top speed ahead.…