Supported by cold, salty hands, her body moved gently with the current, hair spread, restless, along the waves.
Maluther gazed at her. He’d always dreamt of meeting one of the half-people, sirens beautiful beyond imagination. Now he knew the old tales were all true.
He sighed deeply, his gills shivering. Breathtaking as she was, she could never be his. Their worlds were too different. Wistfully, he laid her on the sea’s edge where she’d soon be found and restored by one of her own people.
He turned and swam away, his silvery tail flicking the seawater into a fine salt-spray.