<div style="text-align: justify;">Alannah laughed, her voice hoarse from the salt water. She reached out to pat his knee a few times before worming her way backwards until her shoulders were covered by the water again. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Didn't mean to embarrass ya,"</span> she said. Though she had to admit, bright red cheeks went well with his lush, brown hair. She folded her arms. <span style="color: #4080FF">"And I'm wicked happy you're here, too. I didn't know if I'd see ya again, and it just felt wrong when ya left me back there at Grovah's Cliff, ya know?"</span> The words spilled unhindered from her. She threw a glance over her pale shoulder at her tail. The tip of her caudal fin could be seen every time the waves pulled back. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Uh, so yeah, mermaid. Vicious shark mermaid."</span> She splashed her tail and looked at Dimitri, amused. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Nevah knew ya had a thing for gills and tails!"</span><br/><br/>So far, she was still skeptic. People had all kinds of weird fetishes these days, especially because of the internet. She briefly entertained the thought that Dimitri was a new extreme of this, but quickly dismissed it. No, he wasn't like that. She was sure. But there definitely was something with him and the sea. She remembered him kneeling just by the water, yet his clothes looked to be completely dry, as well as his hands. <span style="color: #4080FF">"What are ya?"</span> She asked. Her eyes were narrowed, but not in an unfriendly way. More like she had trouble believing there could be anything. Surely he wasn't a merman, otherwise he wouldn't have been so surprised by seeing her.</div>