A Queen Among Tides
I say proudly, unbuttoning the cuff of my left wrist and showing her the shifting electric blue and purple chain link brand around my wrist.
Her eyes widen and she leans forward examining my wrist, “It’s stunning… is it a tattoo?” She asks curiously.
“No, that’s my link to Lemuel,” I say proudly, “It’s not our animai link, but it’s as good as one.”
She looks surprised, but quickly pulls out her phone and takes a photo of my wrist. She sits back, zooming in on the picture and pursing her lips as she thinks, “I’m picturing something reminiscent of Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella,” she muses.
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