“Sirens are just merrow cursed to hunt for their own food and companionship,” Eridanys continued, and Alba jumped when the man suddenly got to his feet, joining him at the sink where the pot of boiled crabs sat draining into a basket. Claiming one, he tore a leg free, crunching into it shell and all. “Made savage by the waves. Driven mad with hunger, enough that it warps their song, changes how their magic hooks into the minds of prey. Merrow thrive when raised within a familial kinship—so to drive one out, alone, into the vastness of the sea, understandably forces it to resort to its most
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