Aquata Cove Ch. 59

The rhythm pulsed slowly as the tiny blue/white/grey started blinking in and out, "~This thing, won't ruuuuiiiin you ~You'll maaaake it through ~The niiight~" Adam traces his fingertips down his cheek, "~Just let, those teeeaaarrs roll down ~Your faaaace ~It'll be Alriiiight~"

"~You will make it through ~The night~" Adam pats his fist on his chest softly, "~I'll take this storm for you, and fiiight~" He holds up his hand, as if to really feel if it's raining, "~These old umbrellas are worn ~But miiine..." He brings his hand down a little, "~Can take a hurricane, just hold on tiiight~"

The music started to rise, as Adam sings a little faster with the notes, "~I know sometimes ~It doesn't seem to let up ~Just like a 1000 drains ~Won't, le~et, the rain, wash awaa~aay~" He holds his open hand palm out, "~You feel, you're in the Eye Of The Storm ~But I am here to lean on~" Adam clenches his fist as he presses it to his torso again, "~Just hold me tight~"

The rhythm pulsed slowly as the tiny blue/white/grey started blinking in and out, "~This thing, won't ruuuuiiiin you ~You'll maaaake it through ~The niiight ~Just let, those teeeaaarrs roll down ~Your faaaace ~It'll be Alriiiight~"

"~You will make it through ~The night ~I'll take this storm for you, and fiiight ~These old umbrellas are worn ~But miiine... ~Can take a hurricane, just hold on tiiight~"

The music reflexes as the dramatic climax lingers its approach "~Oooh Ooh Ooh Oh, ~Ahhh Ahh Ahh Ahhh ~Oooh Ooh Ooh Oh ~Ahhh Ahh Ahh ~Oooooooh~"

The music instantly stopped to a low hymn, "~You will make it through ~The night...~" Adam expressed his face in sincere longing, "~I'll take this storm for you, and fiiight... ~These old umbrellas are worn ~But miiine... ~Can take a hurricane, just hold on tiiight~"

The dramatic music jumped right back up, "~You will make it through ~The niiiight~! ~I'll take this storm for you, and fiiight~! ~These old umbrellas are worn ~But miiine, ~Can take a hurricane, just hold on tiiight~!"

"~You will make it through ~The niiiight~! ~I'll take this storm for you, and fiiight~! ~These old umbrellas are worn ~But mii~iiiine~! ~Can take a hurricane, just hold on tiiight~~"

"~Just hold on tiii~iiight~" Adam soothed down to the very last lyric, "~Hold oonn tiiiiiight...~"

The lights stopped blinking, and the audience applauds from his melancholy, loving song. He takes a bow, and throws up his arms in a solemn show of gratitude for the gracious response for his performance, before exiting off of the stage.

~~~

"Merrick! Merrick!" Came a young voice. Merrick turns around, and smiles as he sees his young friend, Arnaav, scurrying through the water to him. He chuckles as he swooped around, and moved towards the little otter merman.

Seconds later, those little, furry arms threw around him, and hugged him tightly, while Merrick squeezes him in turn. Rubbing his webbed hand up and down Arnaav's fuzzy back, he can't help but feel a little emotional - this loving eagerness, a little ball of energy that is almost too glad to see him, young and playful...

Merrick puts a thumb under one eye, wiped it, and then the other, trying to hide this overwhelming nostalgia.

Triton Samudra smiles as he sees Merrick embracing the young Amnien. That small otter has a hard time fitting in to the Kenovani, being the youngest of the pod, no one seems to have the patience to tend to someone who is just barely older than a meryin.

"Kenovani!" He called out. Everyone turned to listen to him, "Now that our new brother has briefly familiarized with various members, and thus has become one of us, let us move forward!" He announced, with Noita Vanora by his side, and their Adras right next to them, and a single Capricorn drifting around the pod.

Arnaav let go of Merrick, and with everyone now facing one direction, they move forward. The otter merman keeps right beside Merrick, smiling happily as they go.

As the pod began, Syrinx looks at the blue and white Piscien from the lower right of the Kenovani. She feels a mixture of lingering astonishment and nagging guilt. She never gave him a chance, and it seems that she has misjudged him.

What's worse, it seems he doesn't even want anything to do with her, as if the tables have turned.

~~~

Adam sighs as he sits in the changing room. He looks to the calendar, and draws an imaginary X on the current day with his fingertip, smiling weakly.

"... One day down, a million to go..." He groaned, "I miss you already, baby..."