She always stared from afar. She was to study humans in her biology class. Though your language was gibberish to her, she couldn’t help but listen to you like you were a siren luring her in- but you’d only met in her fantasies.

One lowly morning, a dreary day- she sat upon her favorite rock, knitting a bit of crochet with her favorite seaweed type, when she noticed you. She squealed slightly and stumbled into the water, watching you silently, her head poking up from under the water.