>Home for Winter Break
>It rains when you fly
>It rains when you're gome
>But you don't mind
>Your mom is there to pick you up
>All 5 ft 4 of her
>You give her a gift, a filet knife you forged yourself
>Seeing as she spends for than a fair share of her time fishing, she loved it
>She was impressed you could do something womenly, all she knew was your household duties
>Naturally you try to play it cool, and not blush
>The days of your stay was spent in two places, hers and your grandmothers
>Your grandmother was an elder Cyclops, though she can't speak a lick of english, you didn't need that to talk to her
>No all you needed, was an open flame and some metal
>Your grandmother of course needed help, even as a mamano time is not generous to her
>Nothing much, just some snacks, and keep her steady when she walks
>Not that she really needs it, considering that she can break your face if you act like a fool
>And back at your mother's, it's a but more casual
>She fishes with you, well more like she dives for food and keeps a deathgrip with her scaly, webbed hands
>If not fishing it's gossip, how are you doing, made any friends, what movies to watch
>To most other people it sounds like a one sided conversation
>If living with her taught you anything, it's body language
>It's the little things, an excited whisper, urges to convert to Poseidonism, and the slight change in her eyes
>Like the one where she wants to spend movie nights with you
>Specifically she wants you to give oiled shoulder rubs while watching movies
>First it's arguing about what to watch
>Never movies with seas, as a Sahuagin she nitpicks anything water life related
>Then it's over which scented oils for her back
>Then it's talking to her about movie plot that she didn't pay attention to
>You find it all in good fun, she doesn't let out lecherous sighs when you press your knuckles down her spine and rub her neck
>And you don't get mad when she forgets what she just saw
>Before you know it, she's out cold with a blanket wrapped around her
>And you smelling like fish and lavenders
>Before you head to bed, you don't forget to swtich the lights off and say
>"Night mom, love you"
>kiss