With any luck, not long.
Salty watched as the helpers successfully retrieved a barrel from the depths of the Flirty Mermaid, and then she herself quickly dashed to a nearby window. It was dark enough on the other side of that window that Salty could see herself; she righted her hat and patted her tousled hair with a quick hoof. It probably would have been nice, she thought, to see a hairdresser first. But what good would that do? Sure, her hair would look better—less sea-swept waves and more... chic... but who wanted to see a hairdresser after months at sea?
Especially when there was someone special to see instead...
"After me!" Yelled Salty to the helpers, who groaned and lugged the barrel with them.
She strode with a touch more confidence than she felt to the little green shop. Her heart began to pound. She should have rehearsed this! She should have made Jolly rehearse with her.
Gulping a last bit of air, she tossed open the door of the kiwi shop, then held it open as the helpers managed to squeeze the barrel through as well. (What... was that slightly sweet, strange smell...?)
There it was! The kiwi-themed cafe was just as she remembered it. The sweetness, the vivid green, the adorable, delectable flutter—er, kiwi-themed products—all there just as she'd seen a hundred times in her dreams.
And her. Kiwi Kiss. Right there, her nose in a book.
Salt's voice caught in her throat. Whatever speech she'd meant to launch into, she said instead a chipper (if a little squeaky): "well, hi!"
@Nym
Salty watched as the helpers successfully retrieved a barrel from the depths of the Flirty Mermaid, and then she herself quickly dashed to a nearby window. It was dark enough on the other side of that window that Salty could see herself; she righted her hat and patted her tousled hair with a quick hoof. It probably would have been nice, she thought, to see a hairdresser first. But what good would that do? Sure, her hair would look better—less sea-swept waves and more... chic... but who wanted to see a hairdresser after months at sea?
Especially when there was someone special to see instead...
"After me!" Yelled Salty to the helpers, who groaned and lugged the barrel with them.
She strode with a touch more confidence than she felt to the little green shop. Her heart began to pound. She should have rehearsed this! She should have made Jolly rehearse with her.
Gulping a last bit of air, she tossed open the door of the kiwi shop, then held it open as the helpers managed to squeeze the barrel through as well. (What... was that slightly sweet, strange smell...?)
There it was! The kiwi-themed cafe was just as she remembered it. The sweetness, the vivid green, the adorable, delectable flutter—er, kiwi-themed products—all there just as she'd seen a hundred times in her dreams.
And her. Kiwi Kiss. Right there, her nose in a book.
Salt's voice caught in her throat. Whatever speech she'd meant to launch into, she said instead a chipper (if a little squeaky): "well, hi!"
@Nym
