I was crouched on the ground, concealing myself behind tall shrubbery, Kaulder leaned against a tree's wide trunk, several paces away.
His face slick with a thin sheen of sweat, his head thrown back, and from his lips were laboured shallow breaths. His long silver hair was tied on his nape as a thin line of a gash on his neck shone and bled. His injured arm, fumblingly bandaged, had he cradle upon his stomach. By that princess' hair had his arm been almost severed, and as he no longer carried mermaid tears, there were no means to heal him as efficiently.
We rode the dragon's back to where he had directed he had last acquired a mermaid's tears, the siren's lagoon. ut there we found not weeping beautiful mermaids, but morbidly disgusting creatures with fishlike features whose screeches were of starved banshees. their blood curdling screams affected the dragon most, and it thrashed in mid air with us still upon it's back. t quickly retreated from the lagoon to this moist forest, but not after hurling a shriek of its own to the sirens.
Farther ahead laid a pool of glowing liquid. My eyes found themselves trailing to a tail the color of gold, and to its extension, a small torso of a woman, littered with the same glistening golden scales. Her skin glowed the hues of the sea at sunrise, with almost orange undertones. The mermaid's face remained concealed in her long, entangled locks the color of deep sea, almost purple in pigment. On her cheeks trailed a glowing turquoise blue liquid, tears!
Its tears were what we in dire need to acquire, and were she in a pool of her tears lifted the impending burden of having to press the dagger that rested against my thigh, to her throat and force the tears out.
I slowly stalked forward, feeling light as I had left my heavy weapon by kaulder's feet. I inched closer of only so little, avoiding to startle the weeping mermaid for blinding liquid still leaked from her eyes. I planted my knees just inches from the puddle, I rolled up my sleeved and removed my gloves, and produced a small vial from my pocket.
I retracted my hand as the small bottle filled to the brim, and as I noticed when my fingers touched the water, the once small cuts that only painstakingly bled, began to appear as mere scars adorning my forearms.
The wonders these tears could do, and here laid a pool of it.
I've long been held accounted for of my rather rash and reckless, limb-losing methods of empty-headed barreling into fights with no certainties of winning, a single vial or even two would not last me three days once we treaded on our quest.
Icstood, but not without the intention of returning. I strode quickly to Kaulder, his eyes were closed.
"Kaulder," I called out.
His lids opened and an ordinary blue pair of eyes shone, and be his face still contorted in the throes of his injury, he grinned. "What is it, Kile ?" I held onto my resolve that I wouldn't be startled with his rather forward notion of familiarity, of addressing me with a nickname. I pursed my lips. his eyes glinted at what may as well be plans of further addressing me of just that shortened version of my name.
I scoffed, but straightened my back nonetheless, "Have you anything that loans a mermaid legs?"
