They were all gone.
She couldn't feel any of them anymore, not in her head, not even her favourite one with the bright hair and pretty letters. Where did they go?!
... She didn't recognize the beach, and the sea floor looked... Funny. The currents were different, and weak, and the land wasn't right. And she couldn't hear her sisters.
She couldn't be lost. She was a good girl, a brave girl, a smart girl, and she always knew where to go and how to get back. But now, she didn't even know where she was.
It was time to go to the surface. If she knew what the surface people looked like, maybe that would help her find out where she was. And if there was a new sister here, even better.
The sun was setting - now was the time to move. When the sun slept, so did the surface people. Most of the surface people. Less eyes to find and follow her, less chance of the parasites catching her.
She wasn't afraid of the surface. Many of the girls were, but she wasn't. She couldn't be, for a job as important as hers. And with a job so important, she had to get back. She had to find where she was.
The dock is small and wooden and easily scaled - she pulls herself out of the water and waits there, crouched, observing her surroundings.
She couldn't feel any of them anymore, not in her head, not even her favourite one with the bright hair and pretty letters. Where did they go?!
... She didn't recognize the beach, and the sea floor looked... Funny. The currents were different, and weak, and the land wasn't right. And she couldn't hear her sisters.
She couldn't be lost. She was a good girl, a brave girl, a smart girl, and she always knew where to go and how to get back. But now, she didn't even know where she was.
It was time to go to the surface. If she knew what the surface people looked like, maybe that would help her find out where she was. And if there was a new sister here, even better.
The sun was setting - now was the time to move. When the sun slept, so did the surface people. Most of the surface people. Less eyes to find and follow her, less chance of the parasites catching her.
She wasn't afraid of the surface. Many of the girls were, but she wasn't. She couldn't be, for a job as important as hers. And with a job so important, she had to get back. She had to find where she was.
The dock is small and wooden and easily scaled - she pulls herself out of the water and waits there, crouched, observing her surroundings.