Martini’s collection of clothes was intimidating at the very least.
How such large a place is allowed in the structure of the building just to accommodate these clothes was unfathomable. The estimates Leila gave on the size of Marti’s room judging by the door was fairly accurate only up until the mermaid revealed the space behind the door, which, eventually, led to Leila now standing amidst row of after row of hung clothing in a collection that seemed to extend endlessly in all directions, while seriously considering the possibility that since it was mentioned that time didn’t work properly in nowhere, space, perhaps, didn’t either.
Footsteps could be heard, and she saw tips of shadows and moving feet nearby despite most of her vision being obscured by the items of clothing, The walking space used to be decent until she somehow ended up in the section that seemed to feature only dresses that happened to be exceptionally puffy.
“A dress that fits the occasion” was what Martini said. Leila tried to make the most information out through those words, and eventually decided to select something that was visually similar to what she remembered seeing people wearing at these “occasions”, and to hope that doing so would heighten the chances that the decisions her eyes untrained in the sense of fashion could at least land on the safe side of being acceptable; as not to upset the already unwell guide.
She also wondered how Martini was doing. They did bring a lot of food though, and that would supposedly help although Leila suspected whether the invariable overwhelming sweetness found in the confectionery at the feast would actually be appropriate for a patient in recovery. Well, perhaps mermaids had a different mechanism for...
It took quite long, as it usually did for her hesitant, always unnecessarily worried, and constantly side-tracked self, to arrive at a
decision.* * * * *Hall of doors.
Leila walked along the majestic hallway. The castle never seemed to lack spaces with elevated roofs, and the number of staircases they’ve walked up and down throughout their journey in it as well as the constant reminders from guides and other Nobodies that is is but a small portion of the castle itself that they have seen raises the question of how large and how tall exactly the structure was. Leila told herself to remind herself to get a good look from the outside once she had the chance.
The tall walls on both sides were lined with doors, each decorated elaborately in its own style. As the group marched on she stopped frequently to look at one or two doors that caught her eye, to look at it for moments before having to run a bit to catch up after realizing she was lagging behind. Sometimes she had the courage to touch one. The door with the snowflake patterns engraved over it was actually cold to the touch, as if it was actually snowing on the other side of the door.
Wait, are these…?She placed her palm onto the metal handle, which was even cooler.
“Are these…” this time out loud. She tried to decide whether to turn it - given the circumstances there was probably no guarantee as for what would happen if she did. And before she had a chance to, the door in front of the group swung open, and the moisture-saturated, blazing seaside air gushed into the hall, into their faces.
The door led to a beach.
“...oh dear.”
Leila ran over to the edge of the door, and looked back. No sign of the doorframe. Beach scenery with a rectangular cut-out that showed the hallway from one side, and hallway of doors with the open one leading to the beach on the other. She wanted to try sticking her hand through it, but then realizing that in excitement she had already done the same with her head. She took one step, and the shoe sunk into a soft layer of sand.
“This is
so great! How - how do these -” She looked back at the edge once again to make sure she didn’t see wrong. This was no beach room. It led to an actual beach. An actual beach somewhere else because she could walk around what would be the frame and to the
other side of the other side of the door, and still be on the beach. it was a...wormhole? Portal? Quantum space-hole? Even nonsense techno-babble seems to have been exhausted in attempting to describe, or even just appropriately name this device.
“How much energy does it take to open up jUST ONE OF THESE?” She stared for another moment before finally failing to contain the excitement,, “AND THESE ARE ALL
STABLE? I NEED TO -”
Eh? Where was everyone?
”Hey! Over here!”“Oh.”
With that, she shed her shoes, careful to make sure no sand still stuck to them, placed them at the door, and walked back through the door, taking multiple glimpses backward along the way.
* * * * *Her thoughts twitched a bit with the first few steps, perhaps from the recent memory of being engulfed by the soil - but walking on sand felt rather comfortable, she came to decide.
Leila originally objected to the idea of changing again, but the unbearable heat made her change her mind soon. Besides, she thought it might also be a good idea to not get the clothes dirtied - which became increasingly hard as even on her tiptoes the edge of the long dress still scratched the ground.
These changing rooms were relatively small in size compared to the last one she was in - not that much of a surprise - and the decision this time was easy. She took the one that
didn’t require her to figure out all the strings.
She’ll just stay by the side, she told herself. Wasn’t really a fan of the water. The heat and sunlight neither, but there was an umbrella. It’ll be alright.
* * * * *Moments later.
The water was much cooler in temperature than the sand on the beach. And it didn’t really feel that bad on the skin after all. And while she didn’t swim - she realized that only much later - that it really wasn't that hard to stay afloat in water, especially with a lifebuoy to hold onto.
Seawater was splattered all around the place, breaking up into droplets in mid-air and eventually merging back into the gentle waves on the surface. Leila laughed as Songbird and Brandy as well jumped into the water, and as Toby was flung - through means out of her observation as the splashing water obscured most of her sight - into mid-air before falling back into the water.
She didn’t really know how she ended up there, hair untied and sticking to her face, and paddling...quite helplessly in attempt to drive herself somewhere. She wasn’t exactly sure either why exactly she was laughing. It was not just because the water tickled - she thought as she squinted to see the others in the seawater and under the sunlight. She had never experienced anything like this and, although the few rashes left on her skin still hurt when met with the salty water, whatever was happening was somehow, genuinely enjoyable.
When she needed to, she managed to make her way around by grabbing the floatation device with one hand and pulling onto things with the other, which behaved in a way much more predictable than whatever her legs were doing inside the mess of a fluid. Most of the time, though, she just
Beside the slightest thread of doubt that she was just losing her sanity because of everything that happened, Leila found herself to be happy. And she hadn’t felt like this for a long time.
Toby suggested hugging the shark.
...alright?With nothing near to grab onto this time, she paddled her way with one hand very inefficiently towards the group, trying to decide what exactly a group hug with a shark implied. Just as she was nearly able to hold onto a hand that she assumed to be that of someone from the group to further propel herself, a spindle-shaped silhouette that was rapidly increasing in size emerged nearby in front of them.
Leila then remembered something. Shark skin was composed of tiny, overlapping scale-like components with rough edges and of a hard material.
She let out a short lived shriek in the late realization, and then brought her arms up and held her breath as the only thing that wasn’t too late to do to alleviate the damage of the collision.
The force of the wave from the shark breaking out of the surface shoved Leila and the other people away from a direct impact. The crash still happened, but as the body of the fish slipped against her arms Leila noticed the texture to be not of sandpaper, but of…rubber? She didn’t know. It was soft, though and between being rough and being too frictionless as that of harder variations of plastic. It felt comfortable, and so Leila wrapped her arms around it since she needed something to grab onto anyway - of course, her arms weren’t long enough to go all the way around, of course, so she ended up grabbing someone’s arm in the process. She couldn’t tell who, but she didn’t have the time to either let go or apologize, so whoever that was would have been dragged down as well as they formed the pile that was indistinguishable between an embrace, a tackle, or a giant collision.
She pushed her head out through the surface again and inhaled with her mouth, tasting drops of seawater in the process. “The shark is okay, people...”She intended that louder, as a notice to those who were fearing the same as she was, yet there seemed to be no necessity. The words were drowned out in the cacophony of giggles and laughter and whatever the sounds made by a shark is supposed to be called, as the lot of them flopped around in the water chaotically in one giant mess.
Nowhere sharks probably had smooth skin. Or maybe just this one. Who knew. Who minded? Her voice faded into a whisper, directed at herself, as she smiled:
“...the shark is okay.”