growing now like harsh thin weed but attached firmly attached and inedible. She tugged at it but the pain was too great to separate it from her head. And then her scales began to disappear her beautiful shiny scales washed away with her gills. Her brothers and sisters and the rest of the school swam around her still but she couldn’t hear them, couldn’t understand what they were saying. The art of communication had been lost washed away with her gills. What was she now? Neither fish nor fowl. Fowl, where did that come from? She ran her fingers over her skin, still smooth unfeathered up to now. She waited waited to see what would emerge. Then the next wave came and carried her to the beach so she crawled along the sharp sand uncomfortably on her swollen belly until she found a rock and clambered up then slithered down algaed slime into a recess a safe cave
a haven with a shallow pool left by the tide, a birthing pool she thought and she knew that the next tide would bring her sustenance while she waited to see what would emerge.