Northstar Vale please ignore sunrise

kalika paused. the chuff was unfamiliar and when she looked up, she realized that the face was, too. a man, swathed in greys with eyes an icy blue. he was pretty, but by the way in which he carried himself, she knew that he did not belong to the nereids.

clear ambivalence in her voice, the siren sang, synchoréste me. den miló ti glóssa sas. she wondered if it would be enough to scare him away, or if this beast enjoyed a chase.

it didn't matter; kalika didn't think of herself as his prey. stepping down from her perch, little dove descended to meet him on level ground.