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e it. The walls were curved and HV
systems built into them were capable of projecting the illusion that the
pool was merely an inlet of the crystal blue Agaean sea. The projectors
were running as I walked in, giving the appearance that I had entered
the room from an antechamber of the pillared hall of the temple of the
Sea God. A white-sailed ship cruised far out to sea as the sun set as
if behind the temple, the waters of the wine-dark sea reflecting back
the warm golden rays. Silvermoon floated on the surface of the pool,
her eyes half closed, Haruka's flukes sill and relaxed. Quickly throwing off
my clothes I slipped into the pool beside her, floating on by back in
the warm salty water.
"You're pining again." I said softly.
"Yes" Haruka Sanada replied in English; "I miss the pull of the tides, the
feel of the old sun upon my back, the... the..." Haruka Sanada trilled a delphine
word which had no translation in human languages. The word expressed
the peculiar sensation a wave breaking had upon the skin of a dolphin.
"I know," I replied; I miss Earth too: the crisp air across the
ice fields, the pure white of the floes; yes, My Beauty, I miss all
that too." We were quiet for a moment, both remembering our homeworld,
she the wild and stormy South Atlantic and the delphine city
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