I had never met a human who cared about the sea like Byron did. I almost thought he wasn't human. The first time I saw him, it was a lovely sunset. I hadn't known how long he'd been on Delgwk, but something about him told me he was special.
I was swimming near the surface when I saw him on the shore, collecting trash and such there and putting it in a trash bag. It had been a long time since I had seen a human clean the shores. We always had to do that ourselves. Oh well, I assumed he wanted to make our lives easier. In my heart, I thanked him. If only every human were like him.
It was hard for me to remember that at one time, humans did care. Some used to come by and clean up.
He was beautiful for a human. Pale complexion, but not pasty. His skin looked so smooth, flawless. His blue eyes resembled my watery home after a storm. He was decently muscled, but not bulky by any means. His hair was as dark as my skin. Everything about him was perfect, golden. He was breathtaking, painfully beautiful. Everything I wasn't and never would be.
I watched him, my heart full of longing and mind full of questions. Who was he? Where was he from? Did he have a life partner? Questions I'd never be able to ask.
But at least I could still look. I swam closer. By the gods…he truly was gorgeous. I struggled to keep myself in the water. I wanted him to see me so bad, but I was scared.
He gathered some more trash and set the bag down. He removed his feet coverings (Shoes, humans called them) and sat on a large rock, overlooking Prfca. Now that I was looking at him he seemed almost…sad, like something was troubling him. I wondered what it was. I wanted to ease his pain.
But I remembered that if I did, I'd be considered a traitor. So, with a heavy, but curious, heart, I swam away, back into the dark blue depths of my water home.