Demetria sat her tail on the bottom of the sea floor and began her song, it was deep, operatic, and powerful. For a somewhat meek and unassuming younger mermaid, it would be surprising to hear such impressive pipes on her. In truth, the siren song was a reflection of the mermaid’s innermost spirit. From performance to performance, it may sound like a sensual ballad, a warm melodious oration, or an upbeat call and response.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t a song that took very long for Deme. As she essentially poured out her soul into the ether for all to hear, the music came to a trailing end, she gazed about toward the shore and the water around her… and she was met with silence. Nobody came. Deme bowed her head, she knew that sometimes it could take a while for someone to answer the song, still it didn’t reassure her very much.
Little did she know, her song was about to call a once in a generation pairing to her.
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In a secluded portion of the beach, out of the eye of the surfers and sunbathers, and even most of the lifeguards, two souls were walking hand in hand along the rocky part of the shoreline. A few paces back, they’d left a small picnic sight under the shade and out of the heavy breeze coming off the ocean.
“I loved it out on this spot when I was a kid… everything else changes, even my family, but this place hasn’t.” Said Nina, one of the young women, she was in her early twenties much like Demetria. Her skin was sheet pale and her frame rail thin, her light blond hair was a windblown mess that went down to her hips. It was a pain in the ass to keep neat, but she was proud of the look of the long hair. She wore old slightly worn out jeans and a thin windbreaker jacket.
Beside her hand in hand walked Isidora, her college girlfriend, Chilean exchange student, and in many ways her opposite. She had just gotten out of the water, a big beach towel wrapped over her slightly shorter, slightly stockier body, wearing a black two piece swimsuit that showed plenty of her caramel toned skin. Her dark brown pixie cut hair was currently heavy and soaked with briny water. “I get it, I mean just look out there, nothing but blue from shore to shore, wow!” She squeezed Nina’s hand. “You sure you’re okay babe? This isn’t bringing back bad memories is it?”
“It’s ok Izzy, dad’s smiling at me, I know it, and even if mom doesn’t ever come around to us as an item, I wouldn’t change a thing.” Nina confirmed, only for her thought to trail off. “Hold up… you hear that Izzy?”
She raised an eyebrow. “What the waves, or those seagulls tearing up that family’s picnic over there after they fucked ours?”
“No, well yes, but not that! It’s coming from the ocean it’s like… opera.” Nina said.
Isidora blinked a few times. “Wait yeah. Like Verdi kinda, but different, way more modern sounding… god it’s beautiful.” The musically inclined student confirmed.
“And the singer can belt… like damn, those acoustics shouldn’t be possible out on the rocks like this.” Nina thought, wandering over to the ocean. She stood at the edge of the precarious drop down into the surf, dragging Isidora by the hand toward it.
“Woah hey, where are you going Nina?!” She asked as she now also stood but a step away from the drink.
“I’ve gotta go in, gotta meet this girl.” Said Nina, halfway in a daze.
“Me too…” realized Isidora, entering the same trance just as Nina took a swam dive down into the open sea, clothes and all. Isidora quickly ditched her towel and dove in after her girlfriend, leading them both down into the ocean where a whole new life was about to begin.