Seren could barely see through the water, the chaos around him filling the space with bubbles that turned everything into a white haze. Of course – of course he would get caught up in a hunt, of all things, when all he’d wanted to do was spend a little time sunbathing.
There was a small outcropping of rocks near the kelp fields, and he often went there to relax, warm up, spend some time weaving or studying the latest artifact he’d found. When the water some few hundred feet away rippled, he brushed it off, figuring there was a school of fish being driven – a shark, or perhaps dolphins, if he was lucky. The sturdy merman was more than a match for either, and he was always sure to bring his spear with him on solo outings like this. So he ignored the ripples, pulling strands of colored sea silk out of his bag and beginning to weave them together.
And then something caught his eye. Something far bigger than a mere ripple, something that told his instincts it was tim