Blue, the colour of the sea, and of us sea sprites. No matter what, we are covered from head to toe with blue. Various shades, aquamarine, pale or bright, they are all still classified under the vague term – blue.

It really is sickening to see nothing but blue on our bodies. Our hair is blue, varying from the palest of blue to the darkest of blue. Pulsating a vibrant blue like the colour of the sea, is the colour of our skin, each sprite almost identical. Not to mention our eyes, midnight blue, cerulean blue, all the shades of blue you can think of. Damn, even our blood is blue. I am sick of blue.

How I envy those fishes, darting through the ocean like streaks from a rainbow. Even the dullest of them all is not a plain blue; grey, black all those would be a nice change from blue. When the fishes swim in schools, it is truly a sight to behold, the silvery colours flashing in and out. When we sea sprites swam in our horde, we just look like a wave, sparkling through the sea. After all, it is us who caused the sparkles in the sea, swimming with the waves.

The thing I hate most, are the mermaids. Probably because of jealousy, but I just can’t stand the sight of them. With flashy tails of any colour you can think of, they are the most flamboyant creatures of the ocean. Their hair stands out, in flaming, flashy colours, the total effect stunning everyone. Even when they use blue, it just enhances the effect. Blue with a whole lot of other colours, pink, purple, yellow, green, orange, black, grey, white, any colour you can imagine. It is beautiful. But for us, it’s just plain blue. Boring old blue.

The stories I hear about the people on shore with feet, the mental snapshots I take whenever we surf up the shore with the waves; and the descriptions the wind sprites offer us when we entangle with each other, dancing around the world. The image I create in my head about the two legged people makes me hate them as much as I hate the mermaids. They live their lives gaily, laughing, dancing, and working, amidst a plethora of colours. Their lives are so full, of colour and of purpose. Unlike us sea sprites, dull blue, dull lives.