Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44344165-20191231025237/@comment-44390494-20191231033035

Heather could not sleep that night; her mind was still trying to process what she'd just seen. It had been real. She'd truly met a merman. And she'd finally made a friend. ..

She was resting her head against her oak's rough bark, staring up at the silver-dotted sky watching over the world. She'd left her special arrow dangling from the oak's furthest branch. It had been smeared in unicorn blood, which she'd once stored when she found one of the poor creatures lying motionless in the woods. She'd cried a lot that day. What she hadn't know was the fact that it glowed an irridecent silver flashing with all the colors of the spectrum under the moonlight. Anyone could've seen the vibrant color from a large distance away.