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"Water Folk"
Lance was swimming just under the surface, where he could still feel the heat from the sun on his tail. He couldn't wait until he met up with his friends on the other side of the coral.
Suddenly, a boat closed in from the shore. Lance could see an oar dip into the water frequently, and then, a hand entered the water. The hand looked like his except paler like the owner lived where the sun didn't shine. Lance kept his distance from the boat but remained close to the hand. Feeling slightly mischievous, he blew bubbles through the water and across the hand. The hand flew out of the water, and a face appeared over the water. Lance stared at the face. There was black hair that fell about the face and the most impossible purple eyes. Lance couldn't help but stare at the face, absolutely captivated by those eyes.
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Keith withdrew his hand the second he felt something brush against it. He looked at his hand and didn't see anything on it except some water droplets. He peered into the water. He blinked rapidly, unsure he was actually seeing what he saw. He had heard stories about water folk. Some people called them mermaids, some called them sirens, and yet others called them water nymphs. Keith knew there were different types and simply called them water folk. He was sure he had just seen one of the water folk. He had just caught the barest of glimpses, but he could have sworn he had seen brown hair and eyes as blue as the ocean. He stuck his hand in the water again, trying to see if he could entice the water spirit to appear again.
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