Swiftcurrent Creek Let the past die. Kill it if you have to.

Was she -- Was she actually laughing at him? Whip's ears fell flat against his head and he stepped back. In that moment, he felt incredibly aware of his own embarrassment. It was to an extent that surpassed any experience in recent memory. It was absolute mortification. He'd learned nothing from the nereides when it came to charm. He was a commodity to be used and nothing more. It stunted him in such a way that Whip didn't quite know how to even begin to talk to the opposite sex.

"Should I have said something else?" he asked. Perhaps it was best to cut his losses and turn away. But, surprisingly she hadn't turned mean like many of the sirens. Sure, she laughed at him, but there was still kindness and mirth in her voice, so he stayed.