Shock did this to me. This is… all your fault for showing me pretties. It's a snippet. Para ti.
Um. Sorry if it's not what you expected. *scratches the back of her head*
A tiny gasp startled him, causing him to nearly fling his fishing rod away from him in fright. Green eyes scanned the line of spindly grass behind him, searching out the source of the sound. The salt-tinged wind carried not the slightest hint of any other presence. Yet, he swore his sensitive ears had picked up something.
"Hu-hullo?"
The only answer was the faint lapping of waves against his green shins. When several minutes passed without incident, the elf shrugged and gave a tug to the rod. The line met resistance, followed very quickly by another sharp gasp.
Beast yelped as the line suddenly jerked, yanking him forward. He stumbled in the shallows, water splashing up his legs to soak the ends of his rolled-up breeches. The fish continued to pull, stronger than he'd ever felt before. Planting his feet, he leaned backwards and clutched at the rod for dear life. The sand provided little traction and he found himself digging in his heels to slow his forward movement.
His line was going to snap soon. He had to do something! Beast shifted his stance, spreading his legs a bit further, knees bent. Squaring his shoulders, the green boy gave a great heave, jerking his hands up and back.
Several yards away something breached the surface of the water. In the half-light of the waxing moon he could barely make out a dark shape against the night sky. Droplets burst around it, catching moonlight to glitter like falling stars.
At the center of the spectacular display was a figure. Pale skin shimmered, outlining slender arms stretched upwards to the sky. Dark hair snapped wetly against her curving back. Lightning-quick she had turned towards him, already sinking back into the water. He caught a glimpse of black eyes glaring accusingly at him before they vanished beneath the waves. A second later a forked tail, larger than he had ever seen, rose up to slap the water. Then, it too, was gone.
Beast was left gaping in the shallows, nerveless hands still clutching his half-broken fishing rod.
It was his first encounter with the lady in the water.