Moonlit Waves

like a heavy cloak. In her dream, she had been walking through a misty forest. The trees loomed tall and silent, their branches intertwining above to form a thick green r

ible, as though it were right beside her rath

eached for the small silver locket that hung around her neck-a gift from her mother, worn for comfort and courage. She clutched it tightly, letting its co

was-Mr. Smith's house. The memory of the night before was a blur of confusion and wonder, but one thing wa

warm and oddly comforting, a sharp contrast to the cool depths of the sea she was accustomed to. A soft, rhythmic sound of waves

way. The door to her room swung open, and in bounced a young teenager with a head of curly auburn hair t

la announced, her voice full of warmth and mischie

say immediately so she kept staring blankly at her for a few seconds before managi

would be lucky to have such voice in our

soft radiant skin, full pinkish peachy lips, ocean blue eyes, I am really mesmerized, I can t

u look gorgeous too" pointed Oc

plopping down on the edge of the bed, her voice gentle as she spoke."oh, I have heard a lot if not all about you, I was buzzing with excit

ntures, land life can be quite a ride" sh

ella's infectious enthusiasm. "Adventures? I suppose

ou'll see. Now, let's get you up and about, it's 10:30 am already. I've got a mil

of the sea, she was both excited and nervous about this strange new world she was about to explore. With Stella le

or, feeling the solid surface beneath them. She hesitated for a moment, her balance wavering, then relu

st her balance. She stumbled and fell, landing awkward

d a hand. "Let me help you up. I believe it will be

wobbled slightly but managed to stay upright. Stella s

her voice tinged with relief.

. Everyone needs a little help now and

n to take small, steady steps together, Oceania felt a glimmer of hope that,

with the rich scent of roasting meats and the fragrant hint of herbs, at the center of it all was Mr Smith, a 45 year old dressed in an apron decorated with cheerful images of sunny

nuine enjoyment as he flipped pancakes with practiced ease and stirred a pot of creamy scrambled eggs. As he cooked, he hummed a light, melodic tune, the

d! Who knew you still had such culinary talents hidden somewh

nal chef. "Ah, good morning, ladies! You caught me I give you that. Don't let the apron fool you,

light. "I think you look wonderful, Mr.

princess. I'm glad my efforts are appreciated, please call me David. No

smile on her face. "Do you need any help, Che

sion, Stella. Just sit back and enjoy the show. But if you

b I can get behind!" She grabbed a for

think you're going to enjoy this breakfast, Stella. Mr.

es with a flourish. "I do my best. And with such di

h for Mr. Smith to hear, "I think he's enjoying this a

warmth. "Don't get used to it, Stella. This is a special occa

her heart. "I'll have you know, I'm an expert at toast-making. It

chat lifting her spirits. "I thin

d high with pancakes, eggs, and bacon. "And it's

ggle, hands. Her movements were swift and almost frantic as she devoured the food, syrup dripping down her chin and

able and the smiling, syrup-covered face of Oceania. The furrow of his brow deepened, and he chewed on the ins

g closer to Oceania, she spoke softly, her tone comforting. "It's okay, baby girl. Don't worry about the mess. We'll figure this ou

bacon, and scrambled eggs. She was full, yet a lingering dissatisfaction nibbled her. The human food, with its rich, heavy flavors, felt for

salty, tasted of the ocean itself. Every bite of the oysters brought a burst of the sea's essenc