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For your enjoyment: my Day 3 fanfic!
Evening
Sea Hawk was beaming and a bit breathless, given the circumstances.
"A-haaaaa! Mer-- Mermista! On this-- fine evening, what a-- what a delight it is to-- to walk you home!"
In fact, he almost had to run to keep up with her.
But, somehow, he managed to make the awkward half-jog/half-stumble seem jaunty and carefree, like a jig.
Mermista only quickened her gait.
"Why are you still here?!?" she seethed, casting a side-eye at his silly, grinning face, just as they arrived at her door.
Sea Hawk leaned casually against the door post and gestured to her.
"Where else would I be, with such a fascinating and charming companion on our first and most magnificent date?!!" His eyes could barely contain their sparkle!
"Ex-date!" Mermista snapped turning toward him. "And it was our last ex-date, not the first. We're done here. Good night."
She turned to enter the door.
"So, I hear the Dolphin Social is coming up," Sea Hawk bubbled.
Mermista paused. "No."
"You'll be going, of course." Sea Hawk wiggled his eyebrows.
"Maybe. I mean, no."
"Wonderful! Shall we meet at seven, then?"
Mermista shrugged. "Sure." Then her eyes widened. "Er-I mean . . . are you insane? Do you even remember what happened tonight?"
Sea Hawk nodded, "I shared the most rare and wonderful evening of my life with the most noble and captivating person and princess I have ever had the privilege to meet."
Mermista raised an eyebrow. "Really?" she questioned skeptically.
"Yes."
She nodded, noncommittally. "Uh, huh."
She turned again toward the door and halted a moment.
"I . . . might go to the social," she conceded without turning back, then quickly entered and closed the door behind her.
Outside, Sea Hawk pivoted on his heel and sauntered away, whistling happily.
Within, Mermista flung herself onto her bed, heedless of the damp from her soaking (and slightly charred) gown.
"Uggghhhhh," she groaned into the pillows.
Lying there, she reflected on the night's events.
The walk through the garden park was . . . peaceful.
The moons overhead were . . . gorgeous.
The restaurant was . . . fabulous.
The food was . . . delicious.
The Tunnel Of Love was . . . sweet.
The gondola ride was . . . serene.
The shanty was . . . sort of cute . . . sort of annoying.
The torchlight was . . . mesmerizing.
The boat catching fire was . . . startling . . . and terrifying!
The desperate dive into the water was . . . thrilling . . . but super inconvenient.
The evacuation was . . . really embarrassing.
She lifted her head and sighed.
Slowly she walked over to her dresser mirror and took a good look at herself.
She saw a girl who looked like she had dressed for a ball and gotten dragged over a reef.
Her gown was wrinkled and torn.
Her eyes looked tired.
Her hair was super-messy . . . but not in a beautiful way.
And as she watched, a last tiny wisp of smoke rose from the tip of her ponytail.
In spite of herself, . . . she smiled.
And she sighed a contented sigh.
She started to get ready for bed with a pleasant thought on her mind:
It will be nice to have a date to the Dolphin Social this year.
