"Good, now, come along you two,"
Delina instructs insistently as she motions to us and the guards, stalking out across the sand, parting water weeds and white, fluorescent flowers that scatter across the ocean bed, tip toeing over prickly anemones and bright multicoloured fish with the ease of a practised step.
I watch in awe as she goes, encaptivated by this trance-like vision of her, the gentle grace of her movements, and the delicate sway of frills and fish like fins that slide across her arms, spine, revealed by the open backed red dress that trails behind her like spilt blood in shark infested waters. He appearance is dazzling, eye catching, and even that would fail to do it justice, like a painting or a crystal statue, everything about her shines with an enigmatic radiance.
The underwater Princess. There is simply no other way to describe it.
