Heather narrowed her eyes as another shady-looking man approached her tank and got the fisherman's interest. Could someone actually be trying to buy her? Was this something people on land actually did? Of course she had heard some stories about how mermaids were treated, but she had been hoping that most land-dwellers were smarter than believing buying and doing whatever with a mermaid was a good idea. Did they fry angels to eat their wings? At this point, in her humiliation and anger, she was ready to believe anything bad about land people.
While she was in the midst of contemplating her disbelief toward her situation, the dark potential buyer stepped closer to her and tapped against the glass. Heather recoiled from his fingers- as much as she could in the cramped space- and shot him a glare, overlooking his sympathetic expression. Who did he think he was, bargaining with this stupid merchant over her life! If he thought he was going to get away with it so easily, he had another thing coming! If he even tried to touch her-
Whoa. What just happened? As Heather watched, the fisherman whom had captured her stumbled back onto his cart, and from her position Heather could see that he had been stabbed. Her eyes shot open wide as she processed the scene. And now, the apparent assassin was climbing onto the table that held her tank. Had he just killed the fisherman to take the mermaid for himself? She watched suspiciously as he moved the lid that had kept her trapped from above and then extended an arm to her.
Was he...rescuing her?
After the events of the day, Heather was not ready to be so trusting, but she didn't have a lot of options if she wanted to get away from this stupid market. She'd have to figure things out as she went along.
First, though, she pushed her upper body out of the water so she could breathe something other than what was probably gross well water. Air wasn't, like, the best source of oxygen compared to a nice lake, but it would do for now.
"And who are you?" Heather asked her maybe-rescuer, reluctantly grabbing onto his arm and trying to pull herself out of her cage.
While she was in the midst of contemplating her disbelief toward her situation, the dark potential buyer stepped closer to her and tapped against the glass. Heather recoiled from his fingers- as much as she could in the cramped space- and shot him a glare, overlooking his sympathetic expression. Who did he think he was, bargaining with this stupid merchant over her life! If he thought he was going to get away with it so easily, he had another thing coming! If he even tried to touch her-
Whoa. What just happened? As Heather watched, the fisherman whom had captured her stumbled back onto his cart, and from her position Heather could see that he had been stabbed. Her eyes shot open wide as she processed the scene. And now, the apparent assassin was climbing onto the table that held her tank. Had he just killed the fisherman to take the mermaid for himself? She watched suspiciously as he moved the lid that had kept her trapped from above and then extended an arm to her.
Was he...rescuing her?
After the events of the day, Heather was not ready to be so trusting, but she didn't have a lot of options if she wanted to get away from this stupid market. She'd have to figure things out as she went along.
First, though, she pushed her upper body out of the water so she could breathe something other than what was probably gross well water. Air wasn't, like, the best source of oxygen compared to a nice lake, but it would do for now.
"And who are you?" Heather asked her maybe-rescuer, reluctantly grabbing onto his arm and trying to pull herself out of her cage.
