Wheeling Gull Isle she sells sea snails

Siren, She mimicked quietly to herself, gaze downcast before it moved up to Tyche again. Like, mm, women that sing? In ocean- She considered, thinking back to an old conversation with Wraen, about the myths of them. The lovely women who sang till they drew their victims to the depths of the ocean floor. Huā longed to meet one. Tyche was admittedly a beautiful girl, but Huā had not heard her music... Or, is, um, different from that? 

When Tyche claimed men were not worthy, Huā was stunned. A culture very different from her own. Back home it was this way; the men worked, the women tended the family, subservient to their husbands. The best of men would take several wives, or perhaps a wife and a couple concubines. There was never a woman who had many husbands, nor a woman who directed her man's actions.

And then came the period after Huā's own slavery- when she detested men. It was still a part of her when she had come to these Wilds. Men were terrible beasts who were motivated by greed and hunger- but soon she met the women of Rusalka, and learned there were barbaric women too. And meeting Mal and Aiolos had brought back her respect for men, and her hate had faded into a kindness...

S-so... men is below women? But... but there so many good men. At one time I think all men bad, but I meet some, find they are good, in heart, soul. Wh.. why not worthy?