However it got to this point, Jill doesn’t know. All she did was dive for clams on a sunny day, nothing worth catching the lovely creature’s attention. For some reason, yet, the Sea Goddess has not left her be. She’d showered Jill’s crew’s endeavours with plentiful fish without cause for the last few months, and not to mention, caused a storm when Jill hadn’t returned for about a week.

Now, the fisherwoman sits beside the Goddess, trying to evade her observant gaze and instead staring out over the other Merfolk roughhousing on what the Goddess called a ‘playfield’. Of all the things Jill could have imagined, finding a lost civilisation beneath the waves was never one of them; she was never one for fairytales.

Still in awe of how she’s able to breathe underwater now, Jill sometimes finds herself unceremoniously holding her breath, causing the deity to softly laugh and poke her puffed out cheeks. She’s getting used to the attention now, though, and is slowly beginning to enjoy the affection and playful nature of the marine Goddess.

“You’re staring again,” Jill mutters, feeling an oncoming flush crawl up her neck. The gorgeously regal Goddess merely gazes at her with utmost adoration, eyes tender and lips slightly quirked.