Cresting Tails

This was her safe place. No one else knew about it - for she hadn't told anyone.

Just when the sun was beginning to burn in the sky, ready to fall beneath the waves, and the waters began to calm, before it'd turn to glass, that's when she would see them.

Out there, cresting amongst the dying swells.

Fins, scales, life.

This was the time the people who lived below the waves would surface.