Gilded Bay Sirensong

Her call had caught the attention of someone, however, Laneira was not best pleased with the company it had attracted. A male. Worth little to nothing in her books, she watched as the male sauntered along the shore, seemingly looking for something on the beach but he didn't seem to find anything that was terribly interesting apart from some seaweed. At least this male, in comparison to others, did not bear himself like he owned the land- that was for females to do. This male kept his head down, and didn't look too noble at all as he moved along. It was slightly reassuring to see in a male, that one finally did not seem to move as though he owned the world. 

He offered her a quiet and modest chuff, but Laneira said nothing at first, instead casting a look that spoke of little other than scorn at him. Males were good for very little- hunting to feed their Nereides and providing them with the gift of  children though even then they were little more than vessels in the entire process. The last consort she had coupled with had given her only male pups, which had been killed on sight; she still bore the trademarks of having given birth recently and her hormones still raged. 

"δουλεύω σκληρά." She spoke, not as a greeting but a comment. Drudge, she'd called him- as all males were until they proved themselves worthy of becoming something more useful. Her gaze was still cast out to sea, not expecting him to know what she meant at all, and not caring in the slightest.