[And the question she's been pondering the entire journey here.]
[While he's been taken care of his little boat problem, she's been lounging in the shallows with her elbows in the sand and her chin in her hand. Humans are self serving creatures, completely untrustworthy. How much worth do their words really have? Well, in this case, they might be worth gold. That's enough of a reward to risk betrayal, maybe...]
[In the back of her throat, she makes a strange popping sound. It's definitely one of annoyance.]
I'm coming along. Stay right there.
[Pushing herself, she launches herself back into the deeper waters and clearly starts to make for rockier shores. Sirens habitate them in the far off seas easily, so it's no trouble for her at all to navigate the tides so she doesn't smash herself to bits. Wiggling onto the rocks where the waves can't sweep her off, MM huffs.]
[It's been a long time since she's used this particular song, but it's not like she could forget.]
[The tune that falls from her lips isn't like the high rising song her kind so often sings to lure men to their deaths. That one is like a tidal wave, inconspicuous at the start until it's risen high above and crashing down on a ship. This is softer. Gentler. Tides lapping lazily at shore. She sings it to herself, not to others, as she takes her thumb claw and presses it to her hip where the scales are thick. Siren claws are made for cutting through flesh, but this is a slice smoother than most as she leans to take it as far as her reach will go. Steadfast and efficient, she keeps going until from the mess of blood and scales she can pry away legs.]
[MM makes a face. They always look so weird to her, and getting up to a standing position is a pain in the fin. Yet once that's managed, she kicks the scales into the water for the tide to carry away. Let the sharks and bottomfeeders have it. She's no selkie.]
[Of course, this means when she clambers over the rocks back to the sandier parts of the beach, she's covered only in gold and gore, but she's not bothered by it.]
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[While he's been taken care of his little boat problem, she's been lounging in the shallows with her elbows in the sand and her chin in her hand. Humans are self serving creatures, completely untrustworthy. How much worth do their words really have? Well, in this case, they might be worth gold. That's enough of a reward to risk betrayal, maybe...]
[In the back of her throat, she makes a strange popping sound. It's definitely one of annoyance.]
I'm coming along. Stay right there.
[Pushing herself, she launches herself back into the deeper waters and clearly starts to make for rockier shores. Sirens habitate them in the far off seas easily, so it's no trouble for her at all to navigate the tides so she doesn't smash herself to bits. Wiggling onto the rocks where the waves can't sweep her off, MM huffs.]
[It's been a long time since she's used this particular song, but it's not like she could forget.]
[The tune that falls from her lips isn't like the high rising song her kind so often sings to lure men to their deaths. That one is like a tidal wave, inconspicuous at the start until it's risen high above and crashing down on a ship. This is softer. Gentler. Tides lapping lazily at shore. She sings it to herself, not to others, as she takes her thumb claw and presses it to her hip where the scales are thick. Siren claws are made for cutting through flesh, but this is a slice smoother than most as she leans to take it as far as her reach will go. Steadfast and efficient, she keeps going until from the mess of blood and scales she can pry away legs.]
[MM makes a face. They always look so weird to her, and getting up to a standing position is a pain in the fin. Yet once that's managed, she kicks the scales into the water for the tide to carry away. Let the sharks and bottomfeeders have it. She's no selkie.]
[Of course, this means when she clambers over the rocks back to the sandier parts of the beach, she's covered only in gold and gore, but she's not bothered by it.]
Alright, I'm ready.