I guess this is just my art blog now.

Whenever the fog rolled in like a second ocean, they took an old rowboat out to the sea and headed towards Annette. There, in the shadow of sunken tankers or in a hidden cove, Taylor and Danny could finally be with her again.

It always began with the three of them above the water. A catch up between husband and wife, and mother and daughter. But then Taylor would slip into the waves shedding her false skin and join her mother in the deep.

At the end of these trips, Danny seemed to be in a better mood, but he’d always have strange look in his eyes.

It wasn’t until Taylor was older that she finally understood what is was.

Mourning.

Annette had eventually grown too large to squeeze herself into a human form and one day Taylor would be too.

Maybe…

Maybe she wouldn’t wait until she was too big. Maybe she’d slip into the sea with her mother and sink so far into it’s depths she’d forget him. Leave him. Follow the call to the hidden home of her and her mother’s people. Never return.