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Entry of Between Day, August 14

To start the setting of the area off(as you are supposed to) imagine a small medium-ish lake covered in lily pads and lake-vegetation. I’m not a plant-expert(what is this called) but it was very grassy looking, but not seaweed. Rimmed by tall trees it looked very average. If not for the bed floating in the center of the lake.

It was a very nice bed, very royal looking. It had tall bed poles on the corners(canopy poles?) that is attached to a blue and white gauzy canopy. The headboard was stark white, and the bed sheets looked practically heavenly.

Oh heavens, I mean the mattress looked like a cloud that had been dragged down and strapped onto a bed, and the sheet seemed as if the skies had seen the cloud and fallen down to Earth to protect it.

Right in the center of the bed lay an angel. Not really an “angel” in the biblical sense but an angel in the way that it felt hard to look at them. Their skin was a dark brown that while cliche truly did look like fine chocolate. The angel part about them was the fact that you could see flashing blues and red and yellows and so many more flowing beneath the surface of their skin. It was as if a painter, when painting their skin, had added flashes of color swimming beneath their skin to truly showcase how magnificent they looked.

Their hair was long and soft, pooling behind their pack. Tucked into the hair were pale pink roses the color of a valentine day cake. The flowers matched the dress the angel was wearing, a long tunic like dress that loosely cinched around their waist. Peeking out from under the dress were what appeared to be lace white bindings wrapped around their chest.

Oh my this all sounds rather creepy doesn’t it? I’m dreadfully sorry I can assure you that I didn’t just stand and stare, just a brief glance showed the majesty of their being. As soon as I stepped onto a lily pad near them their eyes fluttered open and focused on me.

Good lord.

To be stared into by this lovely angel was like staring in a garden of the loveliest flowers on Earth. Their eyes were pinks, greens, and seemed to have what looked like a small fish floating among them. I waved awkwardly at them and they giggled in response. Not to be dramatic but I felt as if I had been sucker punched in the face with Cupid’s Arrows.

They looked at me then flopped back down on the bed. As soon as they hid the sheets the bed sank down into the water as I stared shell shocked at it. They must have been some sort of mer-person or siren, something like that. By the time I stumbled back into my cottage I realized they must have been a sort of siren. I wrote it down in the Creature Log but there wasn’t much to write.

Signing Off,

Keeper