Greatwater Lake Was a shooter with the law

Wrapping up Psamathe threads, so one more post from you will make this 10! Thank you!

She listened, though it was with a begrudging grimace. If she'd had her way, the males wouldn't have titles at all, but she wasn't old enough to make suggestions that changed their way of life. The scryer had her talents but her responsibilities and power were limited. At times, she felt trapped by her upbringing, but never would she question being a siren. The only questions she ever had surrounded the males and why they even gave them any attention whatsoever.

"There is no difference here," she said curtly, rising suddenly and likely brushing him aside in the process. She turned sharp eyes on him and lifted her lip over one sharp canine as though to remind him he was beneath them all. "You are still male. You are still a consort and you serve no differently." All she really wanted to do was put him down, though. Feeling like she'd accomplished this, the scryer dismissed herself from him, seeking the comfort of the lake once more.