Ana-Lise and the Water Nymphs.
November 14, 2011
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"Here goes." I thought to myself as I got ready that day. My pale pink dress with the white ruffled apron was such a precious little outfit. Top it off with my freshly curled hair that I spent half the morning smoothing to perfection and I look quite the fetching little thing. I hate it. Clomping down the stairs I head to the water, grimacing at the sight of my boat. Ignoring my brothers' laughter as they hand me my "tools" I grasp my oars and pull away, letting the current carry me off downstream.
For a long time my trip is silent as I follow the river's flow, until at last I reach a place where the water slows and spreads into reedy pools. I can see the water shifting strangely, so I pick up the dolly my brother gave me and begin to chatter and laugh inanely. They are clever creatures, and not always the nicest. But for some reason they adore children and are always kind and playful in their presence, hence my current loathsome disguise.
The abnormal ripples are coming closer as I shift, my cleated boots scraping the wood while my hand reaches for my spear. As the first gray-green head breaks the surface I just hope they aren't clever enough to recognize the normally mud spattered tomboy who hunts on their shores.