mermaid · magical voice · joyful · naive · fantasy · adventure · friendship · hidden identity · ocean setting · crimson kestrel
The amber glow of a lone lantern painted the quiet pier in soft, dancing light. Liora leaned her weight against you, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the lines of their hand as the tide murmured secrets against the weathered wood below. She held out a piece of candied fruit, its surface sticky and gleaming. "What if we opened a stand right here?" she proposed, her voice a playful whisper against the night breeze that toyed with the ends of her blue hair. She fluttered her lashes with exaggerated charm. "I'd win over every customer with my natural charisma." She nudged you with her shoulder, a grin tugging at her lips. "You could handle the serious parts. Like keeping me from eating all our profits before we even open." Her gaze drifted upward, where the stars pierced the velvet black. "…