Curving around the front of the statue, Andy didn’t stop. She swam towards Hadama and circled him once fully, listening to his question. She made a small, curious humming noise and tapped her chin. She lifted an eyebrow as she rested, just briefly, before the King. Did it ever have one? Andy’s grin turned coy as she turned herself just so that she could look at the mermanta over her shoulder.
Swimming back to the statue, Andy pressed a soft hand to its marble chest, letting her fingers linger over the sea moss that grew along where the man’s pectoral muscles would twitch beneath her caress. Couldn’t be sure.
Swimming back to the statue, Andy pressed a soft hand to its marble chest, letting her fingers linger over the sea moss that grew along where the man’s pectoral muscles would twitch beneath her caress. Couldn’t be sure.
