FAIRYTALES FOR A HUMAN (Lesbian)

Part 19 DRYAD

"You keep forgetting that she's not a strong witch or a mermaid."

Doris laughs bitterly, "That's your idea of my intimate life? Right? A horny undead that has wild sex with everyone, and later drown them in the water? It was your first thought, wasn't it? You were sure I had killed the girl," she laughs again, but, luckily, her eyes don't turn black. "Or maybe you see me as a seducer of pretty verdant virgins, ah? What about this lovely assumption?"

"I didn't mean to say that at all. I just want you to remember that she's mortal. She might look mature, but she's a child to compare with us."

"I know that," she snaps. "You don't have to poke my nose into conventional wisdom!"

"What if it was her first time? You might hurt her someh..." I falter. It looks like she wants to slap my face.

"I don't know who you think I am, friend, but you've made a mistake. I would never hurt her. I don't know if it was her first time or not, but don't doubt: I pleased her. Her moans spoke for themselves."

"I have no doubt about that," I wish I had not started this topic. I'm in this human mess again!

"Since when did you start defending humans? Having met a hot ginger boy? Let me remind you that your sister was killed by one of those boys."

Now it's my time to laugh, "I know what you are doing," I chuckle, "You just want me to stop talking and let you grieve alone on the seabed. Don't think that I care about the girl, on the contrary, I care about you, and I'm always on your side. If you want to forget about everything, we can disappear and leave these two alone on the island. It goes without saying that the hardships of wild life will make them fall in love with each other eventually..." what is written on mermaid's face is priceless to look at: one emotion succeeds another at a fast pace.

Doris didn't turn her back on me like some of my kins when my sister died. Willow's affair with a human caused the uproar and the avalanche of infinite gossips in my clan. Some considered her blemish as my blemish too; other looked at me or talked with such pity as if saying, 'Poor fawn, you'll never recover from your loss and your sister's shame.'

I smile again, putting my hand on her clenched fingers, "Don't worry, I have got it figured out. Just promise me one thing." Doris bites her lips and nods nervously. "Promise me to help me get rid of Sylvester."

"Just tell me when and no one will ever find him," she grins.

***

Southern plants are giving me the way uneagerly. They are capricious because of the weather change. It's getting darker, and not because the evening is falling on the island: the sky goes black, attaining a sinister look. The wind, a wounded beast, is howling and moaning; like dashing swifts its gusts are changing the direction.

Marina is surrounded by the forest spirits. They are everywhere: glimmering, floating, whispering, comforting her. It's strange to see so many of them clinging to a human. The girl is silently wiping her tears with the back of her hand. She doesn't see any of them.

I feel awkward and uninvited as if I'm peeping at their marriage bed: the place is full of Doris's and Marina's scents that are enlaced and entwined with each other.

"Hey," I say in a hushed voice not to scare her off, but she shudders. I'm always forgetting that humans don't possess good hearing. Her tearful eyes are full of hope, but it fades when she sees me. "Marina, I know you might want to be left alone for a while, but we do really need to go. The storm is coming."

"I... I can't," she whispers, blushing like a pink beach rose. "Can you take me home?" she begs me childishly.

"I can't do it know: it might be dangerous at your place. If one needs a protection against witches, one needs other witches. Fight fire with fire," I am trying to make a joke, but fail.