Snippet #2060300

Takira lay under the water of her deep tub, breathing easily through gills on her neck, staring distrustfully at her feet. They always seemed to slip out from underneath her whenever she wore shoes, which was why she was usually bare foot; however, if there were to be guests in the house, she had to appear actually goddess-like.

As she climbed out and dressed in a simple tunic and wrap-around sandals, she thought about what rumors were being spread about her through the human villages. People said that she had no right to be a goddess, since she did not stand for anything, like her sisters. She did not stand for hope, or justice; she was merely a glorified druid. Takira couldn't really argue with the things they said.

She walked out into the hallway, her hair still dripping and hanging heavy around her head. With an embarrased smile, she runs her fingers through her hair, smelling like forest air, and looks at her sister.

"Caylim...? I know I'm old enough to do it myself now, but...can you do that braid thing you used to do to my hair when I was younger? Pretty please?"