Oystercatcher Tide Pools bittersweet arrival

she may have been lacking in his language, but his tone carried all the meaning she needed to decipher what he meant. the rolling of his eyes, the dismissal of her views. the siren was used to this. yes, she had encountered it many times. it did not fluster her. it was why she had been chosen. she could navigate this scenario.

goddess not to beg. only to ask guidance. the nymph remained calm, her eyes lazy in their focus. he was but a male, and while they could be useful, she did not see such potential from him. she had seen his kind before; he was not worth the effort it would take to break him.