Mesnyi
Oh my, you’re a beauty, you’re a flag, you’re a sail
If I never left you this little coffin have’d no nail
If I never left you this little coffin have’d no nail
M
esnyi decided that she liked Denocte, and for now, she would stay. It was sort of nice, in a way, how this Novus was set up. She could wander great distances and still return “home,” as a citizen might put it (though it would never be her home) without much consequence. So she thought, anyway. She hadn’t been back to Dawn, and now there were festivities going on and if anybody thought Mesnyi would miss that…well. They simply didn’t know her.Mesnyi had retired to the waters, hoping to enjoy some quiet and perhaps a nap before returning to the hustle and bustle.
”Psst — hey, gorgeous!”
She paused. Of course. Mesnyi put on a wavering grin and looked towards the sound.
Oh.
A fish…woman.
Hmm.
She was not exactly the picture of a siren myth, and yet…Mesnyi was fascinated by her form.
”Hello,” she said. ”Might you be a siren?”
Little Orchid | "speaks" | notes:
"You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while."
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