starwhales at the end of the world

Clem stared at the water. As she watched, a shadow grew beneath the surface. A fin broke the eerie calm of the waves, and Clem held back a grin, and looked away quickly, pretending she hadn’t noticed.
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When the shadow reached below her dangling feet, the orca raised her head, splashing the water high enough to soak the bottoms of her cargo pants. 
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Clem couldn’t hold back a laugh then - she hadn’t gotten any better at sneaking. “Hello, Shel.” 

Hello. You did not see, yes?

Clem heard her voice not as a voice. More of a…a feeling. Like the sound of the waves on the surf or the wind through the trees. A song. It rumbled beneath her feet and into her mind.