They unfurled a tentacle, blinking their many eyes, and pointed at the brightly coloured rack behind the woman.
She gawped a moment, then regained her composure. ‘You’re here for yarn?’
They bobbed their bulbous, cephalpodal head, then pointed to the rack to her left.
They nodded again.
In spite of herself, she smiled. ‘Well, it’s always exciting when someone joins the craft. I’ll see if I can find something waterproof for you …’
They curled all their tentacles up and slitted their eyes in delight.
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Someone pushed her from the boat, the sudden plunge into icy blackness muting their laughter.
She floundered in the cold and dark, the surface an ever more distant gleam of gold. She kicked hard, but it grew no nearer.
Fear gripped her. Then: a girl with dark skin that glittered pink at the edges. Tentacles swirled around her — from her hair, like rosy locks, around her legs like a trailing skirt.
She took the hands of the drowning girl.
–It’ll be okay–
The words were a whisper, mind to mind. Her smile bared sharp teeth, but kindly.
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