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Ásbjörn took Maren back to his house, finding some old clothes of his and creating something for the girl to wear. He took one of his old black jackets, making it into a vest that dipped just underneat the bust for comfort. Her bust was rather big after all and would be too big for the vest to go over it. He then gave her an old white shirt, which luckily wasn't too small. The bottom piece was the most difficult. He searched around, frowning when he didn't find anything he could remodel into a skirt. Sighing, he got up, running to the store.
Around ten to fifteen minutes passed and he finally returned, passing her something. She pulled it all on when Ásbjörn had stepped out of the room, smiling softly. Opening the door, she allowed him to come in and see the outfit on her. It was a perfect fit, and the navy bly skirt with a white trim on the bottom overlapped in navy blue strips really went with it. She looked amazing.
Maren gave a little twirl, grinning widely and embracing him as a thank you. Ásbjörn blushed, smiling and hugging her back. He had a new dilema. How was he going to know what her name was? She couldn't tell him, and the girl looked extremely confused, so he didn't know if she would be able to write it down for him. It was worth a shot, however.
"...Um...What's your name?" He asked, pointing to a pen and paper on the workdesk beside them. She blinked, smiling and taking the feather pen, black ink curving along the paper to reveal the name 'Maren'. Ásbjörn smiled slightly, nodding. "Maren. That's a nice name. I'm Ásbjörn" He said, the girl nodding and smiling. From now on, she would keep that paper and pen with her so if she needed to say something, she would write it down.
That night, Ásbjörn cooked her a plate of fish, the girl swallowing and slowly eating it. ...It didn't taste so bad now she was human. But still, she felt bad. Jeez, she's not a cannibal. She didn't want to be rude however. After dinner, he showed her around his house, small, but enough for one person. Maren was mesmerised by all the odd decorations and knick knacks. From still pictures of someone, to suns hanging from the ceiling. It was amazing.
He showed her to her room once it became late, Maren relaxing into the familiar feeling comfyness of the mattress. She remembered using Ásbjörn's on the ship. He bid her goodnight, Maren waving him goodbye and cuddling under the blankets.
It was nice, though Maren couldn't help but wish he remembered her. After everything that had happened, he forgot. Her heart felt as though it was in splinters. Back home, love didn't exist. But she had found it. She knew it was real, it was there with Ásbjörn. She just was confused on how to make him remember.
Looking out the window, Maren saw the night sun that her and Ásbjörn had watched on the ship, accompanied by several small specks that beamed light, twinkling gently. She felt more hot sea water fall down her face, blinking and sniffing. Her nose felt all runny and her throat tightened as her chest began to ache. Maren was confused by this weird feeling, having not felt like this when she was a mermaid. It was odd, and she didn't like it. Was it normal for humans to be like this or was something wrong with her? She was leaking and found it difficult to breath. She couldn't call out for Ásbjörn to come either, yet she didn't want to him to see her in this broken state. She just curled into a ball and sobbed, the hot sea water staining her cheeks as her head began to throb.
...Another thing she had never felt as a mermaid.
