Waves crash upon the craggy rocks that make up the beach. It is a place that seems somewhat mystical; seaweed adorns many of the rocks and there seem to be tide pools galore. Though some aspects of the place may seem harsh, it really is the perfect haven.
Anya had splayed her human half haphazardly upon a rock, letting the tide come in and out upon her. She looked slightly washed up the way she was so casually there, but she didn't truly care about appearance. Anya was comfortable here. It was basically classified as home for the mermaid.
She let a bubbly laughter escape her lips as she watched a crab scuttle past one of the tide pools sideways. Things with legs were always so amusing. Her home did become lonely to her every once in a while, but she could stand it. She really felt she had to. She wasn't very adventurous and was often times shy. This was the best place for her.
She let a bubbly laughter escape her lips as she watched a crab scuttle past one of the tide pools sideways. Things with legs were always so amusing. Her home did become lonely to her every once in a while, but she could stand it. She really felt she had to. She wasn't very adventurous and was often times shy. This was the best place for her.
