Remy was poling his pirogue down through the bayou when he found himself suddenly snagged. Rising up from the murky waters was the form of a beautiful maiden clutching the end of his pole. 😏 Remy startled, his instincts telling him to stay back! This was no maiden, but one of the bayou’s deadly merfolk who swam these waters luring men from the safety of their boats. To but touch her hand was to be pulled beneath the surface to certain death. As he looked into the maid’s imploring moss-green eyes and caught her wistful smile, her beautiful face framed by locks of auburn and white, he considered that to touch her, however briefly before succumbing to her doomed embrace, may well be worth it. @roguegambitweek Mermaid prompt!