[ Her laughter cut the song in half, scattered her daughters; their scales flashed near the surface of the rolling water in their hurry to be away. Ceit's pleasure was a fae thing, mercurial in form. Sometimes she devoured what pleased her.
A splash near the prow, and a verminous scratch of nails on wood preceded her. Her golden hands followed the carven form of the ship's railing; her scaled body glimpsed here and there in the partition, finned, coldly wet. She rubbed her cheek along the rail like a cat, hissing in delight, white-less eyes tracking him. ]
Come away from your ship, come away with me in your man-shape! Let the ropes creak and the sails flag without you.
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A splash near the prow, and a verminous scratch of nails on wood preceded her. Her golden hands followed the carven form of the ship's railing; her scaled body glimpsed here and there in the partition, finned, coldly wet. She rubbed her cheek along the rail like a cat, hissing in delight, white-less eyes tracking him. ]
Come away from your ship, come away with me in your man-shape! Let the ropes creak and the sails flag without you.