“Do sirens count as mermaids?”
Aria glanced up, curious at the conversation happening in front of her. Two boys were looking at a book of mythical creatures.
“No. Mermaids are friendly seafolk,” one boy explained. “Sirens drown and murder people.”
“Wait.”
The two boys looked over at Aria, with matching confused expressions.
“You think mermaids are friendly?” she questioned.
They both nodded slowly. She scoffed exasperatedly.
“Are you kidding me? Mermaids are the worst! There’s not a friendly bone in their bodies! They’re worse than sirens. Take it from me. I would definitely know.”
“How would you?”
“Because I’m one.”
“So, what do you think?”
“I uh…are you sure running for mayor is a good idea?”
“I think it’s a great idea! Why don’t you?”
“Well, I think it might be a bit…odd for you to want to run. All things considering…”
“And what does that mean?”
“Delanie, you’re a mermaid. I think it might be a bit difficult for you to run when you can’t be dry for longer than an hour.”
“Okay so? We can make accommodations!”
“What? I spritz you with seawater every fifteen minutes? Make sure you keep one hand in a water bowl at all times?”
“Those are accommodations so yes that would be nice. But I understand if you don’t want to do that. I would hate to inconvenience you Mathis.”
“You know I have no problem helping you, but do you really think the general population is ready for a mermaid mayor?”
“The general population hates change but they’re going to have to deal with it. They’re going to have a mermaid mayor and they’re going to deal with it. Simple as that. I mean look at their alternative. The literal human equivalent of a demon.”
“…Yeah. I’m pretty sure that guy’s evil.”
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