Sea Micro Fic #9

The whales sing to their god, the moon. There is much they would say to that silvery orb that controls the currents and the tides. Young calves are taught the appropriate supplication whistles to bring the waves, and under the full moon they dance and play with an air of thankfulness and fear. Salt water … Continue reading Sea Micro Fic #9

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Sea micro fic #4

Mer maid mothers never quite become accustomed to the whales taking their children at birth. Their breasts still swell and harden with milk; their scales still dull with grief. Their life mates (male, female, or otherwise) attempt to comfort them only to be beaten back by razor sharp claws and fins as hard as steel. … Continue reading Sea micro fic #4