This tank is the bane of her existence. All day, every day, for the past 2 years, she's been stuck in this tank at the circus for entertainment. Stupid little kids, with their stupidly sticky little hands. Eugh. Every day she's fed cooked fish. Disgusting. Every day is another day in this hellhole. Oh, how she misses the golden palace made of coral at the bottom of the sea. She also misses working there, alongside Poseidon. She sighs, her graceful cyan-blue-colored tail swirling in the water as she moves around. People have just started to arrive for the show. Luckily, today, it isn't her turn. So when a human comes up to her, a young adult nonetheless, she's rather surprised. Normally they just skip her. She swims forward, hesitantly putting a hand on the glass, tilting her head in question.