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Anne discovered, after going swimming with Ariel -- though she'd suspected it long before -- that she really liked to walk barefoot on the beach, to feel the sand between her toes and the waves lap up over her ankles when she walked close to the ocean. She might not go swimming in her underthings where anyone else could see, but she could go without her shoes and stockings, and no one would chide her for it.

"This is lovely," she said, splashing up a little water with one foot and laughing softly. "Oh, this is just what I needed, Ariel, thank you."

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"If you must," Ariel said cheerfully, and swung Anne's hand a moment. "Do you want to look for seashells?"

"Okay," said Anne easily, splashing through another wave. "What kind of seashells?" Seashells made her think of Billy, and the things he used to make out of them, but she wouldn't let that memory spoil this moment, even if Billy didn't do things like that anymore. "Did you collect seashells when you were still a mermaid?"

"Any kind we can fine," Ariel clarified, already scanning the wet sand for them.

"No, although we wore them as jewelry and as clothes. That was all I used to wear, two shells like a human bra," she explained, blushing faintly, though she wasn't sure why.

"I can't imagine going around like that," says Anne, blushing herself. "Though I suppose if everyone looked like that, then it wouldn't be anything improper at all. I think... I think you would've looked very pretty like that."

"Thank you," Ariel said softly. Her blush deepened and the hand around Anne's tightened briefly. "My tail was a blue-green color. I like to imagine that if you were a mermaid yours would be dark blue, and you would wear emerald shells in your hair like a circlet."

"You've imagined me as a mermaid?" said Anne, giving her a shy smile. "Oh, I can hardly even imagine what that might be like. It must be so very different from living on land, like we do."

"A few times," Ariel admitted, looking a bit sheepish. "I guess it's a little silly, but I wish I could share it with you, even for just a day."

"It's not silly," Anne assured her. "It's sweet, and oh, I do wish you could show me, but we'll just have to settle for you telling me about it instead."

"Yes, and that's not so bad either. I like telling you." Ariel leaned over a moment and picked something up. It was a small spiral shell and she offered it to Anne, smiling at the other girl in adoration.

"Oh, that's so pretty!" said Anne admiringly. "Perhaps I could use some pretty shells to decorate my new home. Do you think that would look nice, decorating with shells? At least we could be certain we'd never run out."

"I think that's a great idea!" Ariel exclaimed, her face brightening as if it could brighten even more than it already was. "We could make it look like my room back home."

"And I would like to get some fabric from the clothing box for some curtains as well," said Anne excitedly. "And I need to find a new sewing needle, the one I had was lost during the hurricane. But I'm certain I could make something, or at least find someone who could make me one."

"A sewing needle helps you make curtains?" Ariel asked. "Can you show me how?"

"Of course I can," Anne told her, swinging their hands a little. "Just as soon as I have one again. I can show you everything, Ariel. I want to show you everything."

Ariel could hardly stand to wait, there were so many things she was sure she still didn't know. "Like what, what do you want to show me most?"

"Poetry," said Anne, without a moment of hesitation. "Oh, I want to show you poetry, Ariel, I want to share all of my favourite passionate poems with you. Maybe in the evenings, when it's still light, we can read together again."

"I'd love to read poetry with you," Ariel replied. "Poetry and The Tempest? Sometimes they sound the same to me."

"Oh yes," said Anne, "Shakespeare's plays were very much like poetry. And... and I have some wonderful love poems that I would dearly like to share with you if... if you'd like."

Ariel blushed and swore she felt her heart skip a beat. "Yes," she said quietly, and repeated herself to make sure Anne heard her, "yes, I would like to hear them." She vowed to find some love poems of her own to share with Anne.

"Then we'll do that," said Anne happily. She paused and looked up and down the beach to make sure they were alone, then gave Ariel a quick kiss. "Oh, I do hope you like them too."

"I'm sure I will," Ariel finally answered after a brief daze from Anne's kiss. It was much too short, though, and so Ariel leaned in and kissed her again, though this time she lingered.

Anne laughed softly when Ariel pulled away again, a happy -- no, a delighted -- if nervous laugh. "I'm sure there are so many things that we could do together," she said. "Oh look is that another shell?"

Ariel looked a little perplexed at Anne's nervousness but didn't mind it, it was just the way Anne was and Ariel was sure he would feel more comfortable in time. In truth it made her a little nervous sometimes, too. "It looks like a pretty white one," she said, moving forward some to pick it up for Anne.

"There really are all different kinds, aren't there?" she said wonderingly. "There weren't this many different shells on the shores back on Prince Edward Island." Their fingers brushed when Ariel gave her the shell, and Anne felt a secret little thrill.

"I wonder why...you know, the seashells you can find here aren't even a quarter of the sort you can find in deeper water. Have you ever seen coral?" Ariel asked, giving Anne a smile before continuing her search for more shells.