The Roar Of The Ocean
Grief and Invitation
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The atmosphere of the sea in the Gulf really feels very gloomy. Not a single female siren dared to come out of the hiding place as the male sirens were busy with their singing. Likewise with Ana, silence while trying to understand little by little what is happening.
Although I cannot guess with certainty Ana feels if it is related to the Alpha then it is definitely not a trivial problem. Even to the point of making all the male sirens moved— sang a song that Ana herself did not understand the meaning of the song.
The count of hours is not a short time, content to wrestle with thoughts; Ana can only find one conjecture that she thinks may be correct to explain all these situations. But the female siren felt she was reluctant to mention it before she actually got clear information and went straight out of her mouth.
The deg!
Ana's body vertical, when found the figure of a male siren that berlebel as his partner just came out of the cave where Baba lived. Followed by several other male sirens, just behind the comedian's back. This makes the female sirens look, although from a distance— with a face that looks reluctant to approach when they know that the males are displaying a gloomy look.
Ana doesn't like this. He did not like the strange atmosphere that was being created here. What's more when he saw the comedian's eye bead that seemed to lose the light of life.
Argha! Fuck those!
With a shred of courage, Ana comes out of her home. Swim fast towards the direction of the Osedian.
He knew that the male siren was now being stricken with sadness and one thing according to Ana that could ease the sadness was an embrace. As usual the comedian did when this female siren cried.
Ana spread out her arms wide, when she was actually quite close to the comedian. Then without the ba bi bu siren the female immediately hugged the comedian, drowning the face between the two mounds on her chest.
Clearly this made the many pairs of eyes that were there stiffen. There could be a female siren who did such a stupid thing to the comedian.
They were afraid, the current comedian was on a very unstable emotion—he might go berserk all of a sudden. Not long after he had witnessed Baba being shut down for good, there was already someone trying to ignite his anger. Yes, even though the estimate only became a pseudo-thought, when they even saw the comedian return Ana's embrace and cry roaring right in front of there.
"ARGHHHHHHH—!!!!!"
The female sirens trembled, they flocked out of hiding and swam towards their partners. Doing the same as Ana did; giving a hug.
Then what happened after that? The gloomy ocean atmosphere was again filled with commotion. Not from a song, but from the roaring cries of the male sirens who lost their father figure.
Ana finally understood. Turns out Baba has left.
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"Huh~" Ana softened her breath hard. The thought of that made this female siren feel a little jealous, at what? The work that the comedian does. All the time was only poured there, leaving the figure of Ana who was only able to stay in the nest while waiting for the return of her lover. comedians.
"Ana?!" the call is heard from the bottom, the name owner takes out half of the body from the nest; the place where he lives. There was a purple scaly female siren waving towards Ana.
If not wrongly named Rivon, a friend who some time ago Ana knew because she felt bored alone in the nest.
"Yes?" Ana parrot. Rivon waved again, asking Ana to approach him.
Then the scaly siren similar to the color of the peaches out—swim towards the figure of Rivin.
"What's up Rivin?" reloading Ana back, asking the intention of the female siren who called her.
Rivon drew Ana's hand, grasping her tightly like a friend. The female siren then said.
"Ana, when was the last time you took a breath?" ask him, pointing upwards. Ana looked up, she ate what Rivon pointed out.
Surfaces?
Whatdoes thatmean? Ask the inner goddess that belongs to Ana. Take breaths? Isn't it every time? What are the gills displayed in their collarbone area if they are not used for breathing?
Wait—! What don't-don't? What does it mean to take oxygen directly on land?
"Are we mammals?" muttered Ana subconsciously, pouring out her thoughts with a question sentence. This refers to the respiratory system of fish that are not fish, such as whales or dolphins; they belong to the type of animal in the class of mammals. Believe it or not, at this moment Ana's forehead was wrinkled with raging thoughts.
Similar to the figure of Ana, Rivon who heard a slow mutter from the direction of the mouth of the female siren was confused. He said this to Ana.
"Mammalian? Whatisit? I don't understand what you're saying Ana." she said. It was obvious that Ana was silent in a thousand languages.
Mammals, you know—? ARGH! Forget it.
Ana's head suddenly felt a pain, with a strange hum heard in both ears. Ana's sense of her thoughts became overlapping instantly. Rivaln, who obviously did not know, asked again.
"You okay Ana?" Prefer to ask the situation of Ana who suddenly turned pale. Ana nodded, she muttered very slowly mentioning 'i'm fine' to Rivon.
Trying to control facial mimicry, Ana displays her best facial features. The female siren then tried to follow the flow of conversation that Rivon had just done. If related to riding to the land, Ana until this second had never done it; as she remembered after losing her memory. So just answer if he forgets, when was the last time he took a breath.
Hearing this, Rivin's countenance changed; it became radiant. He approached towards Ana's earlobe fins and whispered.
"You trying to take a breath with me?" take him, to the mainland.
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