She flares bioluminescent eyes at him, flashing the stripes on her tail and clicking in annoyance. Forces her song into words, rather loosely given that she knows this is one she cannot kill. He can’t drown and neither can she. “Of course you know little,” she muses. “My kind is older than yours. I can promise you that I am not one of those in these waters that eat man. We have other preferred prey.”
@bootstraping from here












