Marina
Just off the coast of the black sand beaches of Sa'fir, beneath the waves, amidst the coral and seaweed, between the sand and the stone, there lived... a hamster.
Sure, she was part fish, but if she stuck her head above the water, most people would think that there was a hamster sticking above the water. Which would be very peculiar, because most hamsters can't swim. She was not "most hamsters," of course. She was Marina, a merham. Like most merhams, she liked the seeds of water plants and playing in whirlpools. And friends. Lots and lots of friends.
Therein lay her problem: She couldn't find any friends.
She had old friends, true, but many of them were busy, and she was always looking for new experiences. Nothing like broadening one's horizons! But no one seemed to want to play today. How sad for her.
So she was out swimming about, looking for random strangers to accost and play with her. And maybe go hunting for hidden treasure. Only if they felt like it, though.
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