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   “ oh.  you’re -- you’re alright. ”  mera doesn’t know the child well, but she knows of him.  she recognizes him at least.  “ i’m so sorry.  i had -- i had heard some of your group was in metropolis.  i’m... ” mera searches for words that are more gentle than glad to see you alive.  “ we should call flash, to let him know.  he’ll be relieved. ”  

  i still have a couple mera replies to do, but if you’d like something personal from her, just let me know on this post !!

   mera almost laughs at the almost-curtsy.  it’s unnecessary, these days, but mera supposes there was a time that she would have expected some modicum of deference from the justice league.  frankly, some of the ruder ones still rub her the wrong way -- no one’s forgotten a disastrous interaction with guy gardner still.  “ well, i’m terribly interested to see it, ” mera says, hands on her hips.  “ is it a fight of some sort that i’m walking into? ”

     mera has decided that she wants dolphin’s input more often.  there are things about so many of her most trusted confidants which make them exceptional atlanteans -- arthur is of land and sea; garth’s magic and strange history give him a unique insight; mera herself is an outsider.  dolphin, she thinks, has seen all the ugly bits of atlantis and atlanteans.  she is not blinded by love for them, nor duty to them.  she may be the closest mera can come to an impartial opinion.  “ i need your help with a problem i’m facing.  back home. ”  for a moment, a crude approximation of atlantis is formed in water between mera’s hands.  she knows dolphin prefers non-verbal communication, a murky water mera still struggles to navigate sometime.  

    for a moment, mera’s overcome with a sort of affection that used to terrify her.  she thinks sadly that she spent years afraid to think of garth as one of hers because she knows what it feels like to lose a child and doesn’t want to risk it again.  but refusing to acknowledge it to herself doesn’t make things any different.  garth is closer to a son that anything else, and pride makes her heart swell in her chest.  “ arthur and i had a home on land, once -- there’s a nice saltwater pool, of sorts.  you’re welcome to it. ”

  mera’s expression does soften a touch at that.  she pats garth’s cheek tenderly.  “ you are a handsome young man, and you look exhausted. ”  she has to stand on her toes to kiss his forehead now -- when did that happen?  “ if you come home, i’ll take you out to fight some trench soldiers with me. ”

    “ you look exhausted. ”  mera puts a hand on her hip and stares at garth searchingly.  “ you know he doesn’t like to bother you, but arthur’s been worried.  you should visit him sometime soon. ”  her heart swells with pride when she thinks about the wonderful things garth does on land, but atlantis misses him, sometimes, too.  

   hit the heart and i’ll plot out something individualized for mera n ur character <3