Syrena

let the water take me

It’s not long before another joins them. This one is massive, towering over even her (and she’s far from small). His motives are far more altruistic than hers, looking to help someone start over. Not that she knows this. She only knows she’s here to further her own herd, which in turn, furthers her own standing. Titles were not that much, really, compared to what she had. But it would be a start. It would be something.

She notices how his gaze lingers on her just slightly, and suspects that he might have been one of the easy ones to lure away. Men were never that hard, really, but he seems to have an eye willing to wander. Once, she would have brought him to the sea. Once, his soul would have been a beautiful thing. Now, she has no such powers, no reason to lure him away, and therefore no real interest in him. Men have never really caught her eye that way, and they likely never would. Sometimes, she can’t stop thinking of them as food.

Not that they are, anymore. But still.

His gaze moves away though to the stallion, and whatever goes on in that look and the conversation the follows in beyond her. It is clear, even from the way they both look, that they come from the same place. She doesn’t need Tembovu to say it, and when he does, she finds herself rather unsurprised. His greeting is directed at both of them, and she offers a silent nod, sure that she’s supposed to at least do that much. Good manners, or something.

He does, briefly, turn his attention back to her. She would have been perfectly fine being left out of the conversation. Offending her is rather hard, at least so far as pleasantries go, because she has so little patience for pleasantries. “Not particularly,” she says. It’s been a few years now, many of which were spent wandering around mopping. “Just somewhat new to the Falls.” Which was close enough to true. Yes, she’d live there one briefly, but she’d hardly done a thing. So she just doesn’t count it.

Imani’s response, however, has nothing to do with her. And it’s rather clear there’s more here than meets the eye. But she doesn’t really care, or ask. Instead, she cocks a back hoof and just waits to see what will happen. Assuming that blood calls to blood. If another siren found her and invited her to their home, wouldn’t she go in the heartbeat? Of course. Even without those powers, blood always calls to blood.

But she’s pretty sure it would be rude to just up and leave, and she’s trying not to be rude. So instead, she waits.

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