Wheeling Gull Isle waning gibbous

her eyes sought him out long before he spoke, and the siren braced herself for an altercation. men were often a cause for it. so many did not understand their place in this world. only a small portion of the male population was worth trying to teach, to break. Αναρωτιέμαι ποιος θα είναι, tyche muttered quietly to herself, though even if he hears her over the crashing of the saltwater, he is unlikely to know her tongue. since leaving driftwood cove, she had met none who did.

not know what speak of, came her reply, soft and smooth. she did not offer her name or any further pleasantries. she turned her head back toward the ocean and watched the water ebb and flow.