[Following Trevor's instructions, Annie follows the saltwater smell. Gratefully. The flat sterility of the air here drives her up the wall. She does check the numbers, just to prove she knows numbers, but she'd have been fine just heading for that little scrap of honest sea.]
Ulla opens the mosaic-covered door and smiles slightly. "I wondered if
you'd come. I planned on looking, after Trevor talked to me."
She's in human form today, in a long green dress, but her feet are bare and
she's standing on a little stretch of dark gray sand that slopes down
toward a cavern, like an underwater grotto revealed at low tide. Tide pools
to either side of the cave entrance house shrimp and starfish. Ulla
considers and discards the idea of the ramp leading up to a balcony, where
Ulla keeps a couple comfortable chairs, a lamp, her harp, and anything else
she'd like to keep dry. She'll head for the grotto instead.
"Come sit down?"
The grotto has a nest of pillows and blankets in the middle and stone
benches carved into the walls, all of which are covered with mosaics.
Pearl and shell in the patterns of swirling ocean currents, arching
branches of trees, the petals of an enormous flower.
The aesthetics don't strike her much, but she's drawn in by the air too much to be a snot about it. She doesn't sit down, but it's not active defiance. She's just drifting toward the smell of real water with considerably more attention than she has to spare for being polite. "He said to ask for a shell." Which he made a weirdly big deal about. They're all over. Well. They should be all over.
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Ulla opens the mosaic-covered door and smiles slightly. "I wondered if you'd come. I planned on looking, after Trevor talked to me."
She's in human form today, in a long green dress, but her feet are bare and she's standing on a little stretch of dark gray sand that slopes down toward a cavern, like an underwater grotto revealed at low tide. Tide pools to either side of the cave entrance house shrimp and starfish. Ulla considers and discards the idea of the ramp leading up to a balcony, where Ulla keeps a couple comfortable chairs, a lamp, her harp, and anything else she'd like to keep dry. She'll head for the grotto instead.
"Come sit down?"
The grotto has a nest of pillows and blankets in the middle and stone benches carved into the walls, all of which are covered with mosaics. Pearl and shell in the patterns of swirling ocean currents, arching branches of trees, the petals of an enormous flower.
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