Fiorentina
"Dalia," I tested the name on my tongue.
It sounded lovely, like someone delicate. It was a tickle on the roof of my mouth, a roll on my tongue. The name sounded more delicate than my own. Discovering that she was a real person had given me another passion. No, that was not quite right. The passion for finding out about her had been there from the beginning. It just became stronger.
"Did you say something?" asked my sister.
"No. Nothing. I just thought I would buy you something nice today." I said.
"Tina, just because we have a lot of gold does not mean you can keep spending them. If you weren't going with Rul and Fig, I would have thought you were meeting with that human," she said while gathering some seaweeds for dinner.
Our father had been one of the best mermen t
