Chapter Seven Part Two: The Basement
My eyes went wide.
I could hardly comprehend what my eyes were seeing, but they did not betray me.
Mishka was, with the utmost clarity, a merberry.
All my life I had heard how merberries went extinct, but…alas…that was not true. It became so crystal clear why he was down here — he came down here because nobody ever did. He came down here to be able to swim and be a merberry in peace. My gaze flicked up, noticing that Mishka had his head tilted to the side, his eyebrows brought together in confusion at my shocked expression. He didn’t realize that I could see his scales. I tried my best to put a neutral expression on my face, but that only made Mishka’s head tilt even more to the side. Every muscle in my body screamed at me to keep his gaze, to refuse the desire to gaze at his scales, to stop myself from imposing and being rude, but I wasn’t successful. My curiosity was greater than my mind. I snuck a glance at his scales.
The colors bled seamlessly together, but the closer I looked, I realized that something was..different. Instead of being a brilliant shade like his skin, hair, and eyes were, like I had originally thought, his scales were actually slightly tinted white, and it appeared that some of them were flaking off. That didn’t exactly look like a good sign, but I didn’t know much about merberries — nobody did — so…maybe that was normal for them?