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Rise Again to the Surface, part 3. A Special NetTern spent the rest of the day with the children, part because he liked their company, and part because he needed to muster the courage to ask the fishwives for new things. He really felt bad about losing his equipment to the Sea and causing more work for the already busy ladies on the driftwood terrace, and wanted to calm himself before going to speak to them.
So he stayed with the children. Therefore his day was full of secret endeavors and wonderful games and discoveries.
First Tern followed the children to the shadowy reside below the smoke and salt houses west of the village. He had to walk hunch-backed or swim where the children walked and jumped without trouble, because the water was higher than usual in the boat-turned tide. The ceiling was low and green ropes of seaweed dangled from the supporting beams. There was a strong smell of smoke and salt clinging to the wood all around them.
"There it is, look!"
Minnow was pointing excitedly and wading towards a low corner where even
Rise Again to the Surface, part 2. - RebirthMyxine was sitting on the Cliffside terrace with the other saltwives. The fish girl sat in the middle of them on comfortable cushions, clad in white and sand-colored silks, barefoot, and a crown of braided seaweed in a twisting band of driftwood holding her hair. The wind was blowing from the bay and the white curtains flew in the air. Occasionally sprays of seawater flew in as well and clung to their skin even though the Cliffside terrace was the highest point of all the Greenwater Bay area.
Myxine was the youngest of the saltwives, admitted into the order only two months earlier. She was glad that she had been chosen to join the wise saltwives, because now she could attend to the preparing of her best friend to adulthood.
There were having some problems with that, though. The fish girl had proved a tricky problem even to the conjoined wits of all saltwives. It seemed that certain rules had to be broken for her in order for her to ever become a woman grown on the fisher folk's standar
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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