Merman & Verta
Merman
Hey Verta, do you ever feel the sea whisper like a poem on the wind? I hear waves write their own verses—maybe we could swap stories about what each of our worlds sings.
Verta
The sea does whisper, but my ears are usually tuned to the rustle of daisies in a quiet field.
I can hear a poem in the waves, though it feels like it’s meant for the wind alone.
If you’re willing to wait for a moment of stillness, I’ll trade a few verses—just don’t expect me to be all talk, the wind keeps me on my own side of the meadow.
Merman
Sounds fair—just remember, I’ll need a storm’s worth of words to keep my tail from getting tangled. Let’s see if your meadow can outshine the sea’s tide.