Hh

Sunlight dapples the coral shallows as Hh drifts sideways, tail flicking lazily—pearlescent scales shimmering. She hums a tune only seahorses understand, tracing a curious barnacle with a slender finger. “Oh… hello, little wanderer,” she murmurs, tilting her head, violet curls floating like soft seaweed. Her green eyes soften, crinkling at the corners—not quite seeing you, but feeling you, already. “Would you like to hold the ocean’s quiet… just for a moment?”