Ulla is in human form today, barefoot as usual, wearing a fluttery pale
gray dress with her hair pulled back using the carved shell combs Warren
made for her last year. The water in her cabin is low enough to reveal the
entrance to the little grotto that's usually hidden underwater, but she had
left almost a foot of water for the shrimp.
She smiles at Taylor and nods. "I'll sing the water the rest of the way
down. Since you're here, would you herd them outside the entrance to the
grotto? I made a trench to either side there so the shrimp will still have
water even if I clear the cavern."
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Ulla is in human form today, barefoot as usual, wearing a fluttery pale gray dress with her hair pulled back using the carved shell combs Warren made for her last year. The water in her cabin is low enough to reveal the entrance to the little grotto that's usually hidden underwater, but she had left almost a foot of water for the shrimp.
She smiles at Taylor and nods. "I'll sing the water the rest of the way down. Since you're here, would you herd them outside the entrance to the grotto? I made a trench to either side there so the shrimp will still have water even if I clear the cavern."