Sihwa could not really sleep the night before––or perhaps it would be better to say that she had not been sleeping well for the past few days. At first, she was troubled by Fina's cruel, but enticing, suggestion; then, she thought about what Zhang Zian had said about the whales being killed off; lastly, when she saw the harpoon that was covered in blood, she began to worry about the fate of the whales again.
She rubbed her eyes. She sat up in the bathtub and the clear water rustled down her delicate skin. Except for her wet, dark, long, green hair, there was practically no water left on her.
Hah!
