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Post by Arista Sargasso on Dec 24, 2017 17:10:40 GMT
After a tough day of trying to sell her wares, Arista decided to take what little money she had made that day and get a room for the night, and perhaps a small meal. Land walkers' food was strange to her, even after all the time she had spent here. She still preferred the food she got underwater. All the same, she was hungry and tired. She gathered up the jewelry still remaining and then walked to a nearby inn and tavern. After securing her room, she sat at the bar downstairs and ordered a small supper and began eating while simultaneously observing the other patrons. Several were drunk, several were sailors in town for the night. She gave a small sigh, content.
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Post by Zander Carval on Dec 31, 2017 22:39:45 GMT
It was the big city, the melting pot of all races and classes. Zander had looked forward to finally getting here, for not only was it exciting, but it was probably the best place to start searching for his family on-land. Somebody, somewhere, must've heard or seen something that he could use, though the young merman didn't even know what information he was hunting for, exactly. He was too uneducated on the ways of the land-dwellers, so much so he was barely getting by without falling into trouble as it is.
His enthusiasm didn't last too long, for as the day went on, his quest for his family remained aimless, his efforts fruitless. His feet grew sore from all the walking, and by the time the sun began to set, the young man was thoroughly exhausted. Half-stumbling, he made his way to a nearby tavern, seeking food before he had to head back to the Hollow Heart.
The young merman moved woozily among the patrons, so much so that he crashed into one of the barmaids, the tray she carried tipping over. Thankfully, no steaming food was upon it, but a few mugs and pitchers splashed generously over his thin trousers. Zander yelped, then offered hurried apologies to the barmaid even as he began to hop on one foot. Most people laughed at the way the young man bounced and balanced, presuming he was simply prissy. What they didn't see was the gray scales spreading over his skin, where the water and mead soaked through the linen.
There was so much of it that it dripped down to his foot, and it began to transform back into a fin. His shoe slipped off, revealing one webbing and morphing scaly foot for all eyes to see. The laughter stopped for a brief moment, before it began anew, roaring even higher as the patrons realized what he was.
Zander, no longer able to hop, half-sat and half-crashed into a chair at a nearby table, cheeks thoroughly red with embarrassment. Thankfully, he could keep himself from fully transforming, but he couldn't regain the human foot for as long as it was drenched with water. To that, Zander latched onto his soaked legging, trying to wring the water out of it, small sounds of distress escaping his lips at the effort.
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