The Roar Of The Ocean
Who I Am
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...The Roar of the Ocean...
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Tivana's hair mane waving, following the motion of the water currents on the shallow sea floor. Just like the seaweed is swaying, some crabs look from under the sand. Curious about the beautiful peach-colored figure in front of them. Who is Siren? If they could talk, they would definitely call for the same. Stunned in silence, as well as the scaly figure of the emerald that was not far from where Tivana lay— on the sand of the sea.
the comedian, the hand of the man; consider it so lifted without him noticing. He moved towards the head of the woman he always called Ana.
Slowly but surely, the comedian put his palm there and then without hesitation stroked the soft manes of Tivana's hair.
From a distance the figure of Ilda swimming, approaching the two creatures who briefly look friendly. While carrying one carcass from a large fish whose shape is not clear; chaotic, Ilda then said—a few seconds before he really got to the position of the two creatures.
"Do you need to eat the comedian?!" he said, throwing the carcass of the fish towards the figure in plain sight. the comedian turned his head, swiftly catching the dead fish before he floated up.
Without realizing any creature half-fish colored emerald it directly devoured it. Ilda then got closer; this blue mermaid then chose to sit on the sand as well as the comedian.
"It's been 3 days that Tivana's been unconscious." he murmured. The comedian movement was restrained, he knew what Ilda's words meant. Obviously the mermaid started to feel worried, just like her. The emerald bead was then lifted, rising— towards the figure of Tivana.
Slowly, both lips open. He then said.
"I hope Ana's okay."
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Ilda was astonished, the scene ahead was truly very beautiful. Peach-colored sheen scales with a beautiful hair mane that does not tire of waving here and there. If only he were here, maybe he would agree with what Ilda thought even though the creatures of the sirens were only a few minutes ago left.
There's a call signal from the Gulf, inevitably we have to leave here and leave Tivana with Ilda. Yes who would have thought Ilda even get a chance to witness a miracle, where Tivana opened both eyes.
Sitting stunned on the sea sand with a friendly eye view when looking at coral reefs and other marine biota that live there.
Ilda was sure if there was an comedian here he would definitely feel jealous of the coral reef. Damnit damnit! Imagining it made Ilda laugh. Indeed, sometimes the comedian was acting silly, regardless of how terrible the siren form he had was actually a bit of a flower. He is the type who is lazy to think and prefers to act.
Ilda's funny laugh turns out to sound quite loud, this makes a scaly figure of peach; who else if not Tivana—by. Curious looks dominated the woman.
He saw, a figure with a body almost similar to him but having faint bluish-colored scales seemed to be not far back there. Realizing that Ilda had been caught laughing at the figure made him forced to stop laughing.
Usually when Ilda laughs at Tivana, the woman will throw a deadly gaze as if she was condemning the annoying behavior done by the mermaid. But! It seemed that this time it was different, not a sharp look with a hostile aura but rather a puzzled look with a curious face that Ilda had gotten.
It's strange, the man's mind. Getting closer to Tivana. He felt he needed to check the woman's condition before drawing conclusions; a normal procedure that had to be done. Yes, even though there were only a few more snags, Ilda's movement was restrained, when Tivana asked a question.
"Who are you?" on the mermaid.
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The corner of his lips twitched, he felt irritated. How many more times will this madman give you a signal?! His inner. Mourning the disturbance of the call wave that Ilda did to his brain.
Damnit damnit! This made the man's mind disturbed. the comedian then grunted.
"Maybe in a few days" answered a short, solid, and clear comedian. The old siren in front of the comedian let out a long sigh, the problem had been resolved well thanks to the help of the comedian.
This old siren knows, the comedian is starting to feel uneasy and wants to get out of here quickly.
"Hah~" he then exhaled again.
"You may go." he said, repaid by a disrespectful act, in which the comedian went from there swimming away without saying a word to the old siren.
With all his strength away from the waters of the Gulf, towards the hidden places in the open ocean. The place where he left the figure of Ilda with Tivana.
The signal disturbance was still felt, Ilda unceasingly gave an emergency call through the mind wave. This obviously makes the comedian wonder, what is happening? Until it managed to make Ilda panic.
What might have to do with Tivana's consciousness? If that was the case, Ilda would definitely only give the usual call signal, not an emergency.
Huh! The more thought out the more confused, the better to figure out the answer when it gets there.
the comedian accelerates the swimming motion of his tail, when viewed from Gulf— the figure shrinks before finally disappearing.
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"Ilda?!" call the comedian as soon as he arrived, he saw from a distance two figures sitting on the sea sand with awkward gazes.
Hearing her name being called, made Ilda smile happily. What disgusting reaction is that? The comedian felt amused at the strange attitude Ilda showed, but! Better ignore that first.
Because something very important and meaningful belonging to the comedian is already aware of his long sleep. Just wanting to call out Tivana's name, Ilda instead covered up the comedian's mouth with his palm.
the comedian flinched, his forehead wrinkled. The figure's eyeballs are like saying—what are you doing fucking?!
"Guarantee!" Ilda replied, no less bitch.
Seeing a figure that was very similar to her made Tivana throw a curious gaze, her head tilted to the side like an innocent girl.
"Who are you?" ask him, clarify everything.
The two globes of his eyes were rounded in perfect shock, he glanced nervously at the figure of Ilda. Getting the glance made Ilda nod, now you understand, right?!Releasing his hand on the comedian's mouth.
"This is why you're giving the distress call?" whispered the siren emerald with a question tone. Ilda again disturbed.
"I have several possibilities, but the most reasonable Tivana is currently losing her memory.." said Ilda half-whispering, somewhat slowly so that Tivana could not hear him.
It makes the comedian in disbelief, memory loss? Ilda who saw such a reaction then pulled the comedian to sit right on the sand of the sea. Near Tivana. Afterwards Ilda looked awkwardly smiling as he said.
"This is an comedian." he said introducing the comedian in front of Tivana with gestures like facing children.
Tivana was silent for a while, then the woman's right hand was raised. Her lips slowly opened—
"I d a ?" call Tivana while pointing to the owner of the name. Ilda nodded. Show his hand and move towards the comedian.
"c e d i a n ?" Want to not want the siren scaly emerald to nod like what was done by Ilda earlier.
Then Tivana's index finger moved again, but this time she pointed at herself instead.
A confused expression was clearly visible on the woman's face.
"Then...who am I?"
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