Arianrhod grasped the fence, floating in place half way down the metal bars keeping them in the lagoon, longingly looking out towards the open ocean. Daydreaming of swimming the open ocean, away from all of this mess, free to swim among the fish, corals, and the clear warm waters of the tropical regions of the world. It had been nearly ten months since she and Christina were trapped in a lagoon on a tropical island in the middle of the Pacific. They have been prodded, probed, and samples of all kinds were taken from them against their will. Over the months, both mermaids surfaced less and less while spending more and more time swimming around the corals. It had been weeks since the last time Arianrhod had sunbathed on the small beach that were allowed to use, let alone drying off enough to allow her human legs to grow back.
“Dreaming about swimming throughout the world’s oceans isn’t helping,” said a voice in Arianrhod’s mind.