Ulla ducks her head under the surface to sing, and at first he won't hear
anything, the water an effective barrier to sound. But then the water
begins to sink lower, like a tide going out all in one big rush in the
matter of a couple, revealing a steep slope of sand dotted with rocks
leading down to a grotto, previously hidden underwater.
And Ulla, singing a strange, wordless song, bending the space to her will.
The last things revealed are a couple of ride pools she's dug just outside
the grotto, home to brightly colored mantis shrimp, odd glittering crabs
not native to either of their worlds, and plenty of starfish.
"You can come down to the grotto, but everything's wet at the moment," she
tells him, when the only water left is the homes of tiny creatures. "Would
you like a towel to sit on?"
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Date: 28 Feb 2023 19:28 (UTC)Ulla ducks her head under the surface to sing, and at first he won't hear anything, the water an effective barrier to sound. But then the water begins to sink lower, like a tide going out all in one big rush in the matter of a couple, revealing a steep slope of sand dotted with rocks leading down to a grotto, previously hidden underwater.
And Ulla, singing a strange, wordless song, bending the space to her will. The last things revealed are a couple of ride pools she's dug just outside the grotto, home to brightly colored mantis shrimp, odd glittering crabs not native to either of their worlds, and plenty of starfish.
"You can come down to the grotto, but everything's wet at the moment," she tells him, when the only water left is the homes of tiny creatures. "Would you like a towel to sit on?"