The girls around me were freshening up their Merfolk language. Some were fluent. Others, less so. Though most seemed to have a baseline knowledge.
My grasp of the Merfolk language was rusty, at least. I vaguely recalled some lessons during my days at the Academy, but that felt like so long ago now.
I hadn’t had any need for Merfolk language or traditions in my day to day since leaving the Academy. I didn’t really retain any of that knowledge.
I thought I might be able to recall some customs, though the bits of information I was hearing now and then around me confused with my memories and left me unsure.
Also, I couldn’t trust what the girls around me were even saying.
Linda, especially, seemed to be purposefully polluting the water of fact and fiction. My knowledge was shaky, but even
