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Ursula was walking in Main Street park to cool down from her yoga class. Most mornings she could be found walking the perimeter of the park, today in a dark purple lycra jacket and black exercise pants. She liked these days the best, where the air was brisk and cool, but not freezing by any means. It felt good on her hot skin and could breathe deeply.

Not that she was particularly stressed about anything. The opposite in fact. Her business was booming. The St. Patrick ’s Day special had been a hit, the club swollen with patrons. The girls had received excellent tips. She’d even given her very own encore performance, much to the delight of her girls. Her own tips she’d split between the girls working that night. It had been a good, classy time, and hopefully a positive rebranding of the Court’s name.

And, her side business was going wonderfully well too. She had two mermaids now, wrapped around her fingers and she could not have asked for better clientele to start. The memories of a once-Queen of the sea were exceedingly powerful and the voice of a mermaid was as rare as ingredients came.

So far, Swynlake was putting its best foot forwards and it didn’t seem like it was slowing down any time soon…

Which she thought to herself just as she finished her circuit and came across a girl struck with wide-eyed wonder watching a few fairies flit overhead (those pesky things).

“They’re very busy preparing for springtime,” Ursula noted as she stepped closer to the girl with her beautiful hair. She tilted her head and smiled. “Do you like the spring, my dear?”