Heather let out a grunt of discomfort as she was hoisted out of the tank. Everything sure felt a lot heavier out of the water, and being carried was very awkward with the unfamiliarity feeling of weight. Before she had even been told, Heather wrapped her arms around Rah to feel more secure.
"Careful!" she cried as he adjusted his hold on her. Her arms tight around his neck, she also tried to curl her tail around the man's body for fear of slipping. "I hope you know what you're doing!"
Once sure that she wasn't going to fall, Heather looked around to see what had become of the crowd that had gathered to see her. To her surprise, there was no crowd. Everyone had begin carrying on with their business, even though a merchant had literally just been killed and the mermaid they had been oggling over was being carried away by the assassin. How were they just walking away?
"What did you do to them? Why are they just walking away?" Heather demanded, narrowing her eyes at Rah. "Why are you saving me? Where are we going, anyway? What are all these crates? What are you?"
Both being carried by a strange, knife-happy man, having been kidnapped in the first place, and being out of the water and not in control of herself was giving the mermaid a surge of anxiety like she had mever experienced before. Without waiting for her questions to be answered, Heather released stinging neurotoxins from her skin in an attempt to make Rah drop her.
"Careful!" she cried as he adjusted his hold on her. Her arms tight around his neck, she also tried to curl her tail around the man's body for fear of slipping. "I hope you know what you're doing!"
Once sure that she wasn't going to fall, Heather looked around to see what had become of the crowd that had gathered to see her. To her surprise, there was no crowd. Everyone had begin carrying on with their business, even though a merchant had literally just been killed and the mermaid they had been oggling over was being carried away by the assassin. How were they just walking away?
"What did you do to them? Why are they just walking away?" Heather demanded, narrowing her eyes at Rah. "Why are you saving me? Where are we going, anyway? What are all these crates? What are you?"
Both being carried by a strange, knife-happy man, having been kidnapped in the first place, and being out of the water and not in control of herself was giving the mermaid a surge of anxiety like she had mever experienced before. Without waiting for her questions to be answered, Heather released stinging neurotoxins from her skin in an attempt to make Rah drop her.
