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sea is extremely cold and dark. We do not venture too deep unless needed. The king sends a party to explore the deep sea. It is the only area we have not fully explored.”
She smiles.
There is once again noise coming from the door that I assume is the exit of the house. Cassie is now on her legs. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
I am beyond curious. I gradually place myself on my legs and walk to the entryway between the kitchen and the room that has many large chairs and a table in the center. It appears to be a room where humans relax. From my location, I can see the entrance to the house. Cassie stands in front of the door. The familiar female human known as Leah is before her, holding clothing. Cassie thanks her as she takes the clothes and places her arms around her.
Leah tilts her head toward the interior of the house, and every part of me fills with panic. I quickly hide behind the wall of this kitchen so she does not see me. My heart beats so rapidly that I cannot hear the next words that are exchanged between Cassie and Leah. When it does subside, I hear her say farewell to her friend. I hurry to the table and lower myself back on the chair.
She enters the kitchen with the clothes in her arms. I stand before taking them, examining them. I cannot fathom why humans conceal their bodies. We know it is due to their reproductive organs, but must they conceal their whole bodies? “I cannot imagine this being comfortable.” I hold a blue-colored object over my chest. I do not understand how this is to fit me.
Cassie laughs—that beautiful laugh that sends more joy through my body. She takes the object from me, turns it the opposite way, and returns it to me. “Believe me, you don’t want to be running around with nothing more than a towel. Although, I’m pretty sure some girls on the beach would love that.”
Now I understand. My legs are meant to fit in these two divided parts. But I do not like the way it feels on my skin. “This substance…it is rough.”
She informs me that this particular clothing is called jeans and is meant to feel rough. She then tells me to get dressed in another room, explaining the correct way to wear the shirt, which is meant to cover my torso. I cannot imagine my chest being masked this way. Never in my life have I been with my chest anything but bare. She tells me she will get dressed upstairs.
I nod and head to the room. I study the clothes. Both seem quite challenging, but I believe the shirt will prove more surmountable. I stick my head through the large opening, then slide my arms through the smaller openings. I feel a smile capture my mouth at the realization that I am wearing it the way Cassie instructed me to, with the strange symbols on my chest.
Now for the jeans. I open the right one as much as possible and attempt to stick my left leg inside. I am not prepared for the loss of balance and crash to the floor. I remain there for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling, my body aching. I hope I have not alarmed Cassie. Once I am on my legs, I press my back against the wall to help me with the balance, then once again attempt to stick my leg into one of the openings. Once I successfully get it through, I do the same with my other leg, then pull the clothing up to my waist. This material is too tight and too rough for my liking.
I exit the room and return to the kitchen. Cassie has not yet returned. I attempt to loosen the jeans from my waist, and to my surprise, it does yield. I notice a small object in the back that has come loose. Have I broken this jeans? I admit it feels a little more comfortable.
I hear movement above, and then I see Cassie descending, her legs bending as she moves down a strange object with elevated platforms. I suppose this is how humans move from different floors, since they cannot swim upward or downward like the children of the sea.
Once she enters the kitchen and her eyes land on me—on my clothes—they shine with humor. “The
She smiles.
There is once again noise coming from the door that I assume is the exit of the house. Cassie is now on her legs. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
I am beyond curious. I gradually place myself on my legs and walk to the entryway between the kitchen and the room that has many large chairs and a table in the center. It appears to be a room where humans relax. From my location, I can see the entrance to the house. Cassie stands in front of the door. The familiar female human known as Leah is before her, holding clothing. Cassie thanks her as she takes the clothes and places her arms around her.
Leah tilts her head toward the interior of the house, and every part of me fills with panic. I quickly hide behind the wall of this kitchen so she does not see me. My heart beats so rapidly that I cannot hear the next words that are exchanged between Cassie and Leah. When it does subside, I hear her say farewell to her friend. I hurry to the table and lower myself back on the chair.
She enters the kitchen with the clothes in her arms. I stand before taking them, examining them. I cannot fathom why humans conceal their bodies. We know it is due to their reproductive organs, but must they conceal their whole bodies? “I cannot imagine this being comfortable.” I hold a blue-colored object over my chest. I do not understand how this is to fit me.
Cassie laughs—that beautiful laugh that sends more joy through my body. She takes the object from me, turns it the opposite way, and returns it to me. “Believe me, you don’t want to be running around with nothing more than a towel. Although, I’m pretty sure some girls on the beach would love that.”
Now I understand. My legs are meant to fit in these two divided parts. But I do not like the way it feels on my skin. “This substance…it is rough.”
She informs me that this particular clothing is called jeans and is meant to feel rough. She then tells me to get dressed in another room, explaining the correct way to wear the shirt, which is meant to cover my torso. I cannot imagine my chest being masked this way. Never in my life have I been with my chest anything but bare. She tells me she will get dressed upstairs.
I nod and head to the room. I study the clothes. Both seem quite challenging, but I believe the shirt will prove more surmountable. I stick my head through the large opening, then slide my arms through the smaller openings. I feel a smile capture my mouth at the realization that I am wearing it the way Cassie instructed me to, with the strange symbols on my chest.
Now for the jeans. I open the right one as much as possible and attempt to stick my left leg inside. I am not prepared for the loss of balance and crash to the floor. I remain there for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling, my body aching. I hope I have not alarmed Cassie. Once I am on my legs, I press my back against the wall to help me with the balance, then once again attempt to stick my leg into one of the openings. Once I successfully get it through, I do the same with my other leg, then pull the clothing up to my waist. This material is too tight and too rough for my liking.
I exit the room and return to the kitchen. Cassie has not yet returned. I attempt to loosen the jeans from my waist, and to my surprise, it does yield. I notice a small object in the back that has come loose. Have I broken this jeans? I admit it feels a little more comfortable.
I hear movement above, and then I see Cassie descending, her legs bending as she moves down a strange object with elevated platforms. I suppose this is how humans move from different floors, since they cannot swim upward or downward like the children of the sea.
Once she enters the kitchen and her eyes land on me—on my clothes—they shine with humor. “The
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