![]() Their "human" skins were familiar tones: dark brown to pale white, pink and beige and golden and everything in between. Some had decorated their tresses with limpets and bright hibiscus flowers. Some had very tightly coiled curls, some had braids. Their locks were long and thick and sinuous and mostly the same shades as their tails. The mermaids were rather scandalously naked except for a few who wore carefully placed shells and starfish, although their hair did afford some measure of decorum as it trailed down their torsos. Slick and wet and as beautifully real as the salmon Wendy's father had once caught on holiday in Scotland. Deep royal blue, glittery emerald green, coral red, anemone purple. ![]() ![]() Their tails were all colors of the rainbow, somehow managing not to look tawdry or clownish. Large boulders stuck out of the water at seemingly random intervals, black and sun-warmed and extremely inviting, like they had been placed there on purpose by some ancient giant. A triple rainbow graced its frothy bottom. A waterfall on the far side fell softly from a height of at least twenty feet. The water was an unbelievable, unreal turquoise, its surface so still that every feature of the bottom could be admired in magnified detail: colorful pebbles, bright red kelp, fish as pretty and colorful as the jungle birds. ![]()
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