Sometimes I go the benches near the breakwater and hang out my shingle to let merfolk know this is a safe space and all are welcome. Traveling can be hard especially when you’ve yet to settle on a home. Changing currents, wreckless landlubbers in boats, eclipses that trick the gulls into thinking it’s night can sour one on the journey. I am cultivating a respite for you sea beings. Look for our signs, there are many of us, follow the silver mermaiden moored to a beaded chain. The direction of her tail is your guide. Here you are among friends. And no one will bore you with requests for magic and shapeshifting. This is an apothecary, not a circus.