The Evening/Night ~ Monday Spring 2.
The town of Slysian began to unwind after another day of work, play, and gathering. The usual, but it was enjoyed. Notes were made all over the town that Spring 6th, will be the cooking festival. Some already started to excitingly prepare, such as the baker, who planned on making the best cakes. A local old woman held a note for making a outstanding pie, and some new faces would appear in the contest.
As the sun came to it’s warm-colored set, the sky lit up in oranges and the early stars began to show. The birds quiet down, and so did the town. Children went back inside for family dinner, shopkeepers closed for the day, and the day was coming to it’s end.
Meara was pleased with herself. She had made three items of jewelry, and sold two nice necklaces, a bracelet and a set of earrings. It was a slow day, but it wasn’t wasted. She stepped outside her door, locked it, and turn to walk to the lake. Meara always liked to walk to the lake in the spring and summer during the night. It was a little chilly, but she had a cup of tea to keep her warm. She loved looking at the water and the sun set on the blossoms. A fish splashed a little in the water, which made her laugh. Things were going good, she sat there thinking about the day to come and her tea.
For a long time she sat there and looked at the cool lake water. It wasn’t like the ocean, but she liked how it was still full of life. After a little while sitting on the bench, she got up and sat on the edge of the lake in the grass. She began to try and dip index finger in the water, but as soon as she did, she retreated. Because her skin began to change into her water form. Meara pulled her hand away so it wouldn’t have time to change. She often wondered if people would be scared of her in her water form. She didn’t think it was that bad, and she knew a lot of people around here would accept her for the way she way. This made her smile, and she continued to sip tea. But she stared at the tea cup, and wondered how come tea didn’t change her. I’m not complaining, she thought, and looked up at the sky with a small sigh of relaxation.