Totoka River knocking on the door

The dowdy Siren watched her dark quarry carefully as she drew about him. His tongue, however sharp, fell short of any rebuke -- she offered the shortest of a spurious smile before she turned down the cold coast's shoreline.

Perhaps he would find himself wanting it more -- perhaps, Caiaphas envisioned -- withholding a trill of delight as she imagined it -- the dark male would pay her a visit. And when he did he would not find her coy looks nor her singular presence, but a wall of Nereides consorts. Consorts in which would delight to do her bidding.

These dark thoughts she devised often, and they accompanied her as she stole back towards the Sound's hearth.