Millicent let out a loud, piercing scream. Dawn turned around so hard her elegant hair fell down from its holder and pooled down over her shoulders. She ran, her flip-flops making it awkward until she slipped them off mid-step. Half way there she barked her toes and tripped, hair and billowy sarong-skirt falling with her to pool around her body in soft ripples.
When she looked up, Millicent was holding the offending object...a really weird looking salamander...like it was some kind of alien. Dawn began to roll her eyes...but paused.
Were those...lines...on Millie's neck? They seemed to be. Large, dark, flat looking lines, close to the same color of her neck. And her skin...it had a funny bluish tone. Like she had been in cold water too long.
The lines fluctuated and Dawn gasped. Gills! They were Gills! On a human woman's neck.
Her husband noticed the lines too. He reached out for them...with a three fingered hand?
Dawn stood, slowly, as Millicent caught the sight of her husband's hand. She screamed again, this time in true, earnest terror. She splashed away from him, running up the lake on legs turning increasingly deeper shades of blue. Henry Carroll started after her before he, too, caught sight of his own hands. Both of them, clawed and three fingered?
Dawn stared. What was going on here?
Don't leave her hanging! What happens next?