Celine
Jonathan and I sit together, waiting for Sebastian and Dolton to return. Despite everything going on, Jonathan’s presence always seems to bring a grounding steadiness.
“Maybe there’s a lake nearby,” I suggest, my tone thoughtful. “I could try shifting there?”
I glance at him, waiting to see if he agrees.
“You do need to figure out how to shift into your merfolk form.” He smiles and the weight of my frustration from previous attempts creeps in. He nods, his understanding palpable in the soft look he gives me. “I’m happy to come with you if you want.”
His offer brings a small smile to my lips. “I’d like that,” I reply. As we walk side by side through the trees, the sounds of nature surround us, chirping birds, the rustle of leaves in the soft breeze, and the crunch of our footst
