The night had gotten deeper and colder.
I watched as Aeriella stood up and walked to the beach house. The mermaid, keeping track of the time, had told me that we had been sitting on the sand for more than an hour already. She pointed out that Michael disliked being late.
I stood up and followed Aeriella with the slightest hesitation. With a sigh, I rushed to keep up with the mermaid’s long strides. She walked fast for someone whose legs turn to a fish’s tail occasionally. Maybe that was what made her walk fast. Basing from all the movies and TV programs I’ve seen, the lower bodies of mermaids were what propelled them in water; their tails packed a lot of strength. I could be wrong but it was an educated guess.
Aeriella’s beach house was dainty. From where I was, I could see the full fro
