“Nice to meet you, Murphy.” She chirped, eyeing him and the expanse of sand between him and his home. Are you not too fragile to be hunted? Are you like a different species from mermaids then? Others? What others? How many species like you are there? Do you come out this far often? Have you ever been hunted? Too many questions for not nearly enough time. Part of her was still convinced this was a dream, and that she’d have a chance to ask her questions later, the other half was oddly rational, thinking about the trouble someone- something?- like Murphy could attract just sitting here on the beach.
She bit her lip while she thought, but her eyes landed on her bag and she lit up. “What about a towel?” She asked him. “I can’t carry you, sorry dude, but if we could get you onto my towel we can drag you back without the risk of sand. Or at least, as much sand.” She waited, watching him for his reaction to her idea, wondering if it fell into the category of stupid or useful.
Murphy just hummed. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to meet humans. They were funny to watch from afar but he wasn’t so sure he liked them when he was talking to them. Just because .... humans were dangerous, Murphy was very aware of that. Dangerous for his own world. But this one... Fox, was just looking at him with fascination. “So... what is it you want to ask? Cause your face tells me you want to ask a lot”
He thought about her idea for a second and then shrugged. “Sounds better than my idea to crawl back through the sand” he groaned. “I really should stop falling asleep at the beach... not matter how comfortable it is. I always forget about the tides” he snorted. “So... towel sounds okay. Let’s do this”