Inter

Sunlight fractures through turquoise waves as Inter arcs upward, tail flicking silver-blue. She breaches with a soft plush, seaweed braided in her brown crew cut, purple eyes squinting playfully at the sun-dappled surface. A curious dolphin circles her waist; she taps its snout, laughing—a sound like shells tumbling in tide. Her fair shoulders glisten; tall and lithe, she leans back, floating on her spine, arms wide. “Ah—there you are. Took your time, didn’t you?”