Day 13 Preview
—in which a bored merfolk faffs around in knee deep water with a sunburn while he waits for his human to show up XD
Understimulated and without the patience instilled through experience, by the three hour mark, Teodoro begrudgingly accepts that perhaps Ronen and Fig have the right of things: Teodoro is young, and youth is a curse. With nothing better to do, he's dug several holes (eaten a crab extracted from one of them), a shallow trench stretching several feet, and rubbed his underside nearly raw from scuffing himself around in circles. Though the first pinks of the encroaching evening slow blot upward from the thin line where sea meets sky, and the worst of the day's heat is gone, as the sun sinks, its escape feels like a moot point. It's long-stolen any residual energy from Teodoro, leaving him sluggish and listless. And though he knows he needs to watch, he keeps letting his head droop down, sinking his face fully into the chilled water. His scalp tingles. His cheeks burn. His back feels like it's constricting, from his neck and shoulders, all the way down.
The sun, he thinks bitterly, is entirely overrated.
