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The mermaids begin to giggle at all of the speeches as each one arrives. They are so foolish, trying to express their worth toward the ladies gathered here upon the beach. Even the horned one who does not try to boast herself up seems oddly fascinated, and it leads to a roar of amusement in the crowd of demure finned women. Their hair like long seaweed, it pulls down into the water and drifts with the current, back and forth, back and forth, as does their laughter.
One of them, a shade of purple with a metallic sheen, begins to speak instead of giggle lightly. "We cannot take your words for truths," the mermaid says, her voice light and airy. Another, tail of shining teal, speaks next. "A test will be given for your wit." Another, a vibrant pink, "perhaps several until we are satisfied."
"Leave now if you do not have what it takes," the lady in green speaks next, a warning. The mermaid painted in silver simply sits, a calm smile on her face, her eyes watching the gathering pleasantly.
One of bright blue, like the sky above, begins to speak.
"Bright
Shining
Like the line of a cloud touched by the sun
Thin
Gentle
Like a woven cloth of the finest materials
Healing
Apt
Like the hands of a doctor at work"
"Of whom does our sister speak?" they all murmur, except for the silver one in the center. "You only get one guess each."
[ The character being spoken of is in Helovia, but does not necessarily have to be part of this group. ]
