[ "Put this on" — the language most humans speak, one she understands along with others yet refuses to release her own voice. not until she knows more about the man in front of her — why bring her to land in the first place? why is she here? questions that have zarina look over towards caleb as she grabs hold of his jacket — what strange texture, almost like a dolphins skin above water — and looks at it first.
she understands how to wear it from the way caleb does, but instead of putting it on just yet she brings it closer to her face and sniffs it. eyes close and nose crinkles in a near instant at how different it is compared to the sea. what is that?
clothing isn't a concept for mermaids; eventually, after another few seconds of checking pockets, the metal pieces attached to it, an pulling on the zipper up and down to hear the noise it makes, zarina slips on the leather jacket with her hair pinned between her back and the newly acquired clothing. there's no zipping herself up because she remembers how caleb doesn't zip his up upon seeing him for the first time.
holding onto the towel as her eyes shift between the chair and the man telling her to sit, brows furrow as she stands in her place for a moment. once again, another few seconds before zarina takes her seat. a pause, another look while the towel rests in her hands which reside on her lap, and then another look towards caleb.
"You should've stayed put." and "Ain't a good idea for you to be up and about." — why not? she wonders, but doesn't say. ]
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she understands how to wear it from the way caleb does, but instead of putting it on just yet she brings it closer to her face and sniffs it. eyes close and nose crinkles in a near instant at how different it is compared to the sea. what is that?
clothing isn't a concept for mermaids; eventually, after another few seconds of checking pockets, the metal pieces attached to it, an pulling on the zipper up and down to hear the noise it makes, zarina slips on the leather jacket with her hair pinned between her back and the newly acquired clothing. there's no zipping herself up because she remembers how caleb doesn't zip his up upon seeing him for the first time.
holding onto the towel as her eyes shift between the chair and the man telling her to sit, brows furrow as she stands in her place for a moment. once again, another few seconds before zarina takes her seat. a pause, another look while the towel rests in her hands which reside on her lap, and then another look towards caleb.
"You should've stayed put." and "Ain't a good idea for you to be up and about." — why not? she wonders, but doesn't say. ]