Cerulean Cape serenity

When the word turned to him, her eyes narrowed, studying and then, a waving of her tail. The moment Aiolos caught sight of those piercing green eyes, all remembrance came to him.  This wasnt just some pretty lady, this was a pretty lady which he very much knew. A woman of the islands, a Nereides siren. She, like Kalika, was one of the pawful which was not horrible towards the men. They knew their placement as domaint and lead above them, as Aiolos knew well, but did not abuse such a power. 

Miss Elektra, I'm so glad your okay. He spoke as he neared her, his head falling down lower then her own, ginger ears turning against his skull in usual submission before her. He had always enjoyed the company of the peachy lady and was happy that she (and Ovid too) had been some of those that managed to find their way here safely.