Jörmungandr
Hers is making some kind of noise, she can barely her it.
She can't understand it, but she rolls over unto her back.
She slaps her fins against her sides.
She rumbles, one of the few sounds she can make.
It makes the water vibrate, crating small waves.
She wonders if Hers will swim with her today.
She loved when Hers did, it was something special.
Maybe she could make her climb onto her head this time.
She hopes so, even if Hers seem to refuse for some reason, she can't understand why.