Syrena

let the water take me

She’s starting to feel like she’s interrupted something. Which, really, the fact that she even has a clue is a step in the right direction. Not that she ducks out of the conversation, because they are both friendly and polite, offering their names (even if the stallion seems rather tense with her sudden presence – he should be, she doesn’t blame him). No, Syrena. He should not be. What the hell are you going to even do? Nothing. It’s so strange, how easily she forgets sometimes. How the thoughts flick in her head like she was still actually a siren, with the powers the come with it. But now she’s nothing of the sort. She’s a storyteller. Which in this world is something, but in her world still doesn’t compare.

She’s also a storyteller with no stories, so currently, she just sucks at her job. And apparently some crafting magic, not that she knows what to do with that either. The conversation moves on to Helovia and its size and she should seriously know what exactly they are all talking about. That was her job now. But of course, she only has a vague recollection of all this. Yes, lands showsedup and all sorts of weird horses, but she’d been too busy mourning her own life to actually care. Dumb choice, but of course, hindsight is everything.

As it turns out, listening is hard. She’s vaguely tempted to tune out, because this conversation is taking an awful long time. She really doesn’t want to stand here and make small talk (hell, she doesn’t really know what small talk is…). She keeps her ears pricked in their direction, hoping that’s enough to make her look interested. She’s not sure how anyone keeps smiling so long as Alysanne.

“Oh, don’t say that,” she says when Alysanne mentions they must be due for something soon. No thanks. She’s got enough on her plate just trying to function in society. No more wars or random lands or creatures even weirder than her. Just no. She’s already stuck in this hell hole – at the very least, it could stop getting worse. Her deadpan voice as she says it makes her sounds rather serious, though because there’s still no emotion in it, it’s hard to be certain just exactly how she feels. Not that she tries to fake a wink or something, like Alysanna does. Syrena would never pull that off, let alone do so convincingly.

Alysanne turns it back to small talk, and Syrena can barely contain a sigh, though she does, and her emotionless face probably doesn’t give her away. “Should I give you two some time, or something? I can come back, if you have any interest in learning about the Falls.” If she were anyone else, that whole comment might sound like she was insinuating something, or like she might be just being straight up rude. Instead though, it’s delivered in a flat (though still somehow pretty) voice, and sounds vaguely like she’s actually offering to just leave and come back if he wants. Because she’s clearly in the middle of something with nothing to say, and it was just getting awkward.

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