I drew this during the summer. I can't really imagine having so much time now.
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Just for kicks and giggles, here is a story about this mermaid.
Shaking her tail back and forth in the coral reef, the mermaid tousled her hair, dancing to invisible music while getting ready. She whistled, as she saw a the legged man do once, on his way to the lighthouse.
Gill messed with her hair some more, shuffling its grayness with her delicate hands. She scowled at her reflection, her eyebrows thick and heavy, weighing down on her otherwise narrow face. A strip of hair washed over her eyes, unfit from the rest of the strands. Slightly annoyed, she straightened the strand in, as it forced itself out again. She conformed it one more time, and it poked out like a sword, as the rest of her hair burst out like missiles. In burbling rage, the mermaid slammed her fists onto the reflective rock. Bubbles floated from her mouth. She bounced back, gently holding her throbbing hand, as the cursing bubbles blabbed themselves through the reef.
Swishing her fish tail, somehow boiling the water, Gill was about to go towards another area of the reef, covered in seaweed, when she saw a shiny item peer through the sand. She retrieved it, playing with the item with her fingers. It was a sleek, skinny iron bar, covered in brown-blue rust, with screwdriver swirls tangled towards the ends. She scratched it, puzzled with the unfamiliar shape, long and cylindrical. Grinning at her fortune, she fixed the iron bar into her hair, fastening it into a bun. Gill gazed up and down at her reflection, smiling ear to ear. She was just like the legged woman she was planning to meet this morning, who frequently picnicked with whistling man on Fridays, which Gill calculated was today. Giggling, she swam up to shore, as always mesmerized with the way the water progressed into lighter and lighter shades as she made her way up. It also made her dizzy, having to hold her breath. Carefully, Gillian slipped herself onto an above-water rock, safe from the thunderous waves of the sea, quietly watching the lighthouse.
Ding! Ding! The bell rung, a courtesy from a legged man with a cotton-ball beard and irises like an endless blue sea. This man wasn't Gill's favorite, even though he was outside the most, but the legged woman who moved with such grace on the shore. Ding! This toll was an extra in case someone didn't come out, as the mermaid had observed on the countless days she sat on that rock. Laughing loudly, both the man and the woman set down a baby blue cloth, in a rather messy fashion. Empty olive green bottles decked the picnic basket, the basket filled with various foods that Gill could smell from yards away. The woman ate politely, wiping her blushing cheeks with a white handkerchief. Gill sighed at how proper she was, her gills reddening to an apple glow, just like hers. She furrowed her brow at the man, still almost as charming, but most certainly rude, crumbs dribbling down his chin, and his honking laughter not at all as wonderful as the woman's soft giggles. Soon, the wild laughs that the two shared stepped lower, into something much more secret like, what Gill thought, was the shushed whispers of school fish, speaking their own language. The man had a red box, which he presented to the woman, with a tender smile, down on his knees.
