Entry 7: That Time Tabitha Befriended a Water Nymph
The two girls walked along the street, the lake’s surface supporting their steps. A particularly large jellyfish passed beneath them (its form majestic). On both sides of the street, assortments of dazzling cerulean buildings stood silently. The architecture of this place took Tabitha’s breath away (such was its beauty).
“This place really is beautiful,” Tabitha said, turning to her watery friend. “Anyone else here?”
Nymph brought a hand to her mouth, giggling. Her body jiggled a bit with the motion.
“Just you then. How did I understand that? My Curiosity I guess.”
The watery girl stepped in front of Tabitha and placed her hands together cutely, her head cocking to the side.
“Oh. You want to show me your place?”
Nymph nodded ecstatically, tugging at her friend’s sleeve before pointing to the side. An alley opened up in the direction she was gesturing.
“Okay. You lead.”
She turned and headed down the alley she had just referenced, Tabitha following. The cerulean buildings pressed up against on another more tightly here than the ones back on the street had. They possessed that same architectural beauty though.
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Nymph giggled as she led Tabitha down a side alley. This alley terminated at a modestly sized but lovely looking blue building. The water bodied girl spun around to face her pink haired friend, sporting a proud grin on her face as she gestured to the structure.
“So that’s your house. It’s pretty,” Tabitha complimented as she marveled at the exterior of Nymph’s home.
Entry 8: And Nymph Will Sleep in a Bucket
“You sure about this, Nymph? I could just sleep on the floor or something.” Tabitha (somewhat shocked by the unfolding scene) watched her watery friend with an air of disbelief. The two girl’s stood in Nymph’s bedroom, the fluid girl clutching a metal bucket.
“Well, if you’re sure, I guess that is fine.” The pink haired girl sat down on the twin sized bed, the firm yet soft mattress giving slightly. The bed seemed comfy enough.
As Tabitha shifted around to a laying position, Nymph happily placed the bucket down, her liquid body jiggling in the manner it typically does with such movements. For whatever reason, the watery girl insisted on her friend getting the bed. As for her, she’d get the bucket.
A splashing sound later, Tabitha found herself looking at a bucket filled to the brim with her friend. Guess the Water Nymph was serious about sleeping in there. “Good night, Nymph.” The brown eyed girl reached over and flicked off the lamp before tugging the blanket over herself. She snuggled in, getting comfy.
Before drifting off to sleep, she looked out the window. The half moon’s serene silvery light shone through, giving a nice ambiance to the silent room. A crisp coolness hung in the air. Tabitha gave a relaxed smile (content with such an ending for the day). She pulled the blanket tighter, reveling in its warmth. A yawn escaped her lips as her eyelids grew heavy. She closed her brown eyes, and sleep took her.