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Apr 14, 2014 04:33AM
Lea smiled at the compliment. "Thanks," she said, "but you know your skin tone suits you right?" It was true, where Lea was everything light; light hair, light eyes, light skin, light tail, Lilah was everything dark. Tan skin, dark tail, dark hair. And they both looked beautiful, so there was no reason to be jealous. And Lea wasn't; she was happy with her own body. For the most part.
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Lilah's lips quirked up into a half smile. "Thanks, princess." Sometimes she called Lea princess as a small way to tease her, the way friends do. "Your everything suits you, by the way." She sent a wink in Lea's direction.
Lea laughed lightly, doing a quick backflip as she swum, careful not to let anything fall out of her bag. Spotting something that seemed to sparkle a few feet below her, she dove, curious to see what it was.
Her lips quirking into a half smile, Lilah followed Lea downwards at a more leisurely pace. Lea had always been the curious sort, dragging Lilah all over the castle in search of little treasures, the sort of treasures that would be called trash by anyone but two seven year old best friends. Not that Lilah had ever complained. Their little kid excursions were always the most fun Lilah would have. And whatever Lea did, wherever she went, Lilah would always follow without complaint. ((So sorry about taking so long to reply, things have been piling up and I've been really busy. My replies will probably be slow for the next few weeks.))
((It's fine, I took a while too. and this isn't even going to be a proper post...gah I'm sorry. How quickly do you want to get the plot going?))
((No worries, really. I understand busy. I think we can go ahead and get into the plot :) ))
((Alrighty then :D))Lea finished her dive, finding the sparkling object lying on a large rock. Upon closer inspection she realized it was a necklace, a silver chain with diamonds forming a snowflake-shaped pendant. "Pretty, don't you think?" Lea asked, reaching to pick it up.
"Ooh, yes," Lilah agreed, catching up to Lea and admiring the necklace. It really looked quite pretty catching the filtered sunlight through the water in a way that made it glint. "Sort of matches that bracelet, doesn't it, the one you were sent by Dorian?"
"Yeah, it kind of does." She said with a light smile, admiring the necklace and thinking of the bracelet, which was secure in the bottom of her bag. It was a delicate-looking cuff style bracelet, with the metal spiraling around, creating a bit of a wave design with a snowflake in the middle. Winter was one of Lea's favourite months, because even though it was cold, it also tended to be a lot safer, at least in their part of the ocean.
Lilah smiled, glancing up towards the surface momentarily. "Want me to put it on you?" she offered, thinking that the necklace would go beautifully with Lea's light blonde hair and light complexion. A bit cumbersome for swimming however. "Or maybe not," she amended, shrugging.
"Actually, do you want it?" Lea offered her friend. She probably would carry it either way: swimming with any sort of jewelry tended to suck. But she thought that it might look good on Lilah, and she might appreciate it.
Lilah shook her head, smiling at Lea. "You know I like to travel as light as possible. Anything too heavy, and I feel like I won't be good enough,or get to you in time if anything happens." Lilah would never forgive herself if something happened to Lea. Lea was her job, the one person her life revolved aroun - keeping her safe. "I can carry it if you'd like, though."
Lea smiled and shook her head. "Everything will be fine." She told her bodyguard as she flipped onto her back and continued swimming, now backwards, for easier talking. She opened her bag just a bit and dropped the necklace inside.
Smiling grudgingly at Lea's infectious ease, Lilah caught up, swimming slightly behind and above Lea. "Knock on wood," she said with a smirk, repeating that curious human phrase she had heard tell of. "That's the expression, right?"
"And don't jinx it, yeah. I think, anyways." As she continued to swim forwards, Lea noticed more and more dark shadows on the surface of the water, the fish hiding from the boats by staying as close as possible to the coral. "Maybe we should speed up a bit, for now."
Nodding her agreement, Lilah picked up speed, careful to stay close to Lea though, closer than usual now that they were in the worst leg of the journey. "Maybe a little lower too? It'd make me feel better." Her hand slid down the hilt of one of the knives hanging at her waist. Above her, she could see the faint outline of a fishing net and the squirming creatures caught inside, and she grimaced. She had known that the weather had been good, but she hasn't realized that it had been good enough for the normal fishing season to start early. That was why they were taking the trip now, not later as had first been proposed.
"Alright then." Lea said, entering a quick dive. As soon as she pulled out of it to align herself with the ocean floor, however, she felt something on her wrist pull her both backwards and upwards. She took in a shocked and pained gasp of air as the net tangled around her wrist started to fill with fish, beginning to drag her to the left. She tried to pull her wrist out, then tried to swim into a better position, trying to use her free hand to loosen the net around the other. But as she struggled, the panicked fish swam every which way, pulling her hands farther into the net.
In a flurry of frantic movement, Lilah shot towards Lea and the net, taking care to pull up short before she could get herself tangled as well. In a swift motion, she pulled out her knife, gasping out, "Don't struggle, hold on, let me try to cut through." Gripping a piece of the net that was wrapped around Lea's wrists, she started sawing with the knife. But this net wasn't just fiber and rope, it was some sort of plastic. "Dammit," she muttered, eyes frantic but motions efficient and brutal. The fishes, frightened now as the net pulled them all upwards, were pulling the net taut, working against Lilah and Lea.
Lea tried to ease the pain on her wrists as she was dragged upwards, flicking her tail to propel herself with it. As the net was dragged closer and closer to shore without any sign of her getting free, she finally turned to Lilah with wide eyes and said: "Don't let them see you, better if they only catch one of us. Keep swimming, and tell Dorian what's happened. That is an order, Lilah, do you understand?" She added the last question desperately. Telling the other merpeople might be her only chance--if she had one, and she couldn't let her best friend be captured as well.
Lilah was keeping pace with Lea and the net, still trying to cut through the weird plastic of the net. At her words, her hands didn't stop moving but her eyes widened and her mouth opened in horror. "No! No, you don't understand, Lea, I can't do that, please, please, just don't ask that of me - If you get hurt, then it's on me, and it's not just because it's my duty, it's because you're my friend." The desperation in Lea's voice tore at her, and Lilah knew there was an equal amount in her own voice. But she couldn't leave Lea, because that would mean she had failed at her own job. Hell, she had already failed. Lea being stuck in the net was testament to Lilah's failure.
"Lilah, there is no reason for you to get hurt too. This isn't your fault, it's mine, and you're not going to get me out of this in time." Already the top of the net was exiting the water, Lea could both see it as she felt the water rushed down past her hands. "My best chance might be for you to tell people--what if they don't know what happened? Please, don't blame yourself, and don't leave yourself to this fate either. Please Lilah, as a friend, I'm begging you." She said, bracing herself to be out of the water. She could breathe air, but the transition was ridiculously painful, and just being out of the water was uncomfortable.
Shaking her head vehemently, Lilah stayed hanging on to the net, her knife now held in a slack hand. She knew it would not saw through the plastic of this net. "Lea, I can't- I just-" Her face contorted with the grimace of her decision - follow her instinct to stay with Lea or follow orders like she'd been trained to do her entire life. An idea struck her, and she looked up to he surface, trying to judge how long it would take for the net to reach the top. A minute max. Working furiously quickly, spurred on by a purpose, Lilah tore a piece of cloth from her bag and pulled out a pencil, scribbling a note quickly. She stuck the note between her teeth while she pulled a flare from her pack. They were to be used only in extreme emergencies, as those on the surface could notice them - but this, this was that emergency. She knew that the cloth would only combust if strapped to the flare, so she didn't even try. She set the special mechanism that worked underwater into motion, and aimed the flare toward Dorian's kingdom.
With a flash of light, it tore through the glass-green water towards that distant spot. Ten seconds left. Lilah had counted. In those ten, she dropped the cloth and grabbed onto the net, first meeting Lea's gaze with grim determination and then tracking the progress of her note as it settled onto the sandy floor.
Spelled out in jagged, hurried black lettering was the message: Dorian: Fishermen - nets. Lea captured. Lilah with. Bring help at once.
There hadn't been time for any more than that, Lilah thought, as the top of her head broke the surface of the water.
Lea looked worriedly at her best friend as they clutched the net that dragged them upwards, barley having the time to worry about Dorian or the flare or what was about to happen to them as her head and neck hit the air and pain overtook her body. She started visibly shaking, clenching her fists tight enough that her nails drew blood. The transition from water to air wasn't supposed to be that hard, but for Lea, it always was. She clenched her teeth to keep from screaming, not wanting the fishers to notice her until it was impossible to not notice the two of them. She almost laughed when she realized her bag was still on her shoulder, her most important possessions still there--were they really important in her new environment?
Lilah came out of the water face first, gasping in suddenly as her lungs made the quick but painful transition from water to air. It only lasted a second, though, and when she could blink her eyes open again, she saw Lea having something close to an aneurysm. One arm hanging on to the net, she snaked her other to hold on comfortingly to Lea's shoulder. Lilah knew Lea had always had trouble with the change in oxygen intake. She tightened her stomach muscles, bring her tail up so that it wrapped along the edge of the net, under the flopping fish and out of the fishermen's sight. "Lea," she whispered frantically, trying to calm her voice through the worry. "Lea, you alright?"
Lea took a deep, gasping breath as she finished the transition. Good god, that had been horrible. Trying to get her wits about her as quickly as possible, she whispered to Lilah; "I'm fine, can you cut my bag off of my shoulder?" Hopefully it would land near the note that Lilah had hastily scribbled to Dorian. "How fast do you think they'll find it?" She added as an afterthought. Quickly realizing that her tail was still flopping just under the water, she tucked it under the net in the same way Lilah had. And seconds later, they were level with the boat, watching as the fishermen gaped in shock at their appearance.((When do you want to introduce our male characters?))
((I'm guessing the fishermen will take them straight to the biology/science-y people, and that'll it take maybe just a little longer for Dorian's men to find the note? So, like, a few posts?))Working quickly, Lilah sliced through the shoulder strap on Lea's bag and dropped it back into the ocean, watching as it sunk to land a few meters from her note. "I'd say a bit less than the time we had left in our journey. Maybe an hour," she replied, watching the gaping fishermen warily. Lilah's impulsive nature demanded that she yell something sarcastic and demeaning across the water at them, but she kept her mouth shut. "Dammit," she muttered again, with much less emotion than before, and palmed her knife.
((I think I'll be off for the night now. Bye!))
Lea looked down at the ocean for a few more desperate seconds before the net was swung over and onto the deck of the boat. Within seconds she found herself surrounded by the gossiping fishermen, hearing voices but finding herself too panicked to make sense of them. "What the f*** is that?" One asked, getting the reply of a mystified sounding man; "Mermaids. Just think about how much money we could get." Lea whipped her tail at a few of them, panicked and trying to get some space, but it wasn't very useful. It was kind of hard to fend off people while lying on your stomach with your hands tied above your head. She looked over at Lilah for a split second, seeing her friend looking so much more composed than herself.
Despite her awful position lying on the hard floor of the boat and her distinct lack of leverage, Lilah had a knife in each hand and was waiting, ready, a snarl on her face. "One step closer and I'll slice your hands off," she threatened, deadly serious. She had no idea what these men would do, and she scanned the circled surrounding them carefully before glancing back to Lea, eyes concerned. As her gaze turned to Lea, one of the more foolish men stepped closer, reaching a hand out towards Lilah's dark blue tail. He had obviously not thought anything of Lilah's threat, but she had no qualms. Especially in this situation. In one swift movement, she swept her tail under the man's legs, dropping him like a sack to the floor, lunged forward, and wrapped an arm around his neck, the blade of her knife mere millimeters from his jugular. "Anyone else makes another move towards either of us, and he dies."
This time, none of them thought she was joking. But beneath the tough show Lilah was putting on, she was trembling, finally taking in the full picture. A princess and her bodyguard, neither older than 20, help possibly on the way, but until then, just the two of them against a world of bastards who didn't understand anything past themselves.
One of them looked as though he were about to step forwards, before deciding against it. "Should we try to get them out of the net?" One asked, before the idea was quickly shot down by his crewmates as they debated what to do about freeing the fisherman that Lilah was still holding.Lea wondered if she should tell Lilah to just stop fighting--they were never going to get the upper hand on the boat--they probably wouldn't be able to stall the men long enough so that Dorian's men could even arrive. She hated to admit it, but she saw no hope in their situation--it would be easier to just give up. She tried again to get her hands out of the net as she heard the men talk about scientists and going back to the shore.
((Sorry that was really bad))
((No worries, writer's block happens to me all the time.))The fisherman to whose neck Lilah was pressing her knife didn't struggle, only lay perfectly still, eyes wide and frightened, his beard poking into her forearm. Her hand shook, just slightly, but it wasn't because she was uncomfortable holding a knife to a man's throat. This was what she had been taught to do. Lilah was shaking because she could see the futility in their situation. Merpeople could survive, at most, for half an hour without being at least partially submerged in water before they began to dry up. If she gave up her only means of leverage, she knew with a chilling certainty she would not have any sort of upper hand again. But because of her knife at his throat, the others wouldn't want to step near Lea, let alone get close enough to untangle the net from her wrists. If she tried to order one of them to, they might turn it around in her face, grab Lea and... Then Lilah would have no power at all.
Listening to their whispers - something about marine biology and a research boat - Lilah inched her way back towards Lea, dragging the fisherman with her. He was heavy, but she managed. "Lea, take my other knife, try to cut yourself out," she said, offering her the knife not currently inches from her hostage's neck.
Lea did as her friend had suggested, taking the knife and trying to saw at the plastic still wrapped around her wrists. It was a difficult job, especially at her weird angle, but after a few minutes she started to make progress. All of a sudden, the boat lurched forwards and started moving, throwing her forwards and causing the knife to slice into her hand. "Damn!" She exclaimed, because she was surprised, in pain and she hadn't even really made all that much progress. She wondered how long they'd been out of the water. Ten minutes? They had twenty left, then. She managed to almost fully tune out the fishermen's conversation as she returned to her task, picking up the knife again, looking worriedly at the spot they had left as the boat sped off.
((I am so so sorry I haven't replied in foreverrrr. I'm overseas with limited access to wi-fi and/or a laptop so I won't be on a lot... I'm really sorry.))Lilah was thrown to the side as the boat shot into motion, her carefully held knife digging ever so slightly into the fisherman's neck and bringing a few drops of blood to the surface. But Lilah's wince wasn't caused by his blood, but by the flecks of silvery r
garnet blood that dripped from Lea's hand. Lilah hated, absolutely hated seeing Lea hurt. It was her job to make sure Lea didn't get hurt, and each ounce of her pain was like a shard in Lilah's heart.
Lilah kept one ear on the fishermen's hushed and hasty conversation while righting herself and the almost in-shock man. Coming closer to Lea, she whispered, "We don't have a lot of time, and almost zero leverage. Our best chance is to get into the water... Somehow..." As she talked, her voice grew a little more hopeless with each word. They were nearly in the middle of the deck, and the sides were thick and tall. And they were surrounded by fishermen.
Fuck.
((That's fine :) Just reply when you can :) ))Lea finally managed to break the net around her hands, and attention immediately went to stopping the bleeding in her hand. "How do you suggest we get out of here?" She asked, not trying to be sarcastic. But she kind of was, their situation was hopeless. And only god knew at that point whether they'd live or die the next day. Death might be better than torture at the hands of the idiotic humans.
Some of the fishermen were still staring, a few groaning over the loss of their net. Lea hated the way that they looked at the two mermaids, and wanted to get out. But there was nowhere to go. Even if Lilah could pull herself up the side of the boat and into the water, Lea wouldn't be able to, and there were fishermen surrounding them.
Lilah knew trying to convince Lea as well as herself that their situation was not hopeless was just as hopeless or even more so. Lea was smart; she could see the rough idea of their situation. Maybe not the detail Lilah could, after all, this was what Lilah had been trained for, but enough to know that there was a one in one hundred chance of them getting off the boat before they hit land or died. And Lilah wasn't about to sugarcoat it. "You're right," she replied quietly, face set like stone. "Just..." she started, scenarios running windmill through her head, dozens of them in mere seconds. "Just trust me," she finished, turning away from Lea.
"We need water. Now, or we die," Lilah demanded of a few fishermen. "Or he dies," she added to the end, like a steel blade dipped in honey, her voice falsely sweet. A few looked at each other and ran off, no doubt to find their captain, leaving only an older, wiser looking man gazing at the two mermaids, a sort of sadness behind his weathered grey eyes.
((Thank you so much for understanding!))
((AHH SORRY, especially because this is really crappy because I'm undergoing a bit of writer's block))Lea shivered, looking at the older man. Why was he staying? Why did he even look like he cared? If he did, why wasn't he helping them? Yet the boat continued to move, and they were getting closer and closer to shore. Lea shut her eyes as she realized that absolutely nothing Lilah was about to try would help them.
Just as she opened her eyes again, she saw someone walking up behind Lea. She opened her mouth to warn her friend, just as the fisherman hit her over the head with some sort of heavy looking-book.
((Ah, writers block sucks. Don't worry.))Lilah started suddenly as Lea crumpled to the hard wooden deck, words left unspoken on her parted lips. She jerked around, one arm still wrapped around her hostage's neck, the other lashing out with a knife at the man's kneecap. It sliced easily through the rubber overalls, and the man fell to one knee, staring in horror at the red blood running down his leg as he dropped the book. But suddenly there were not only two fisherman, one unwilling to move and one incapacitated, but three more, all standing and in their element. Added with Lilah's shortness of breath from lack of water, it was easy work. A sudden blossoming of pain in the back of her skull, and then black.
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The cold, gentle caress of water on her face, a gentle rocking, and a feeling that something was wrong woke Lilah from her forced sleep with a start. She glided to a sitting position, head breaking the top of the water. The back of her head hurt like hell, but she pushed it aside, hoping Lea was alright. A quick glance around told her a few quick things. First, they were in glass boxes, no lid, a few feet longer than Lilah and a about two feet wide and two tall. The bastards! They had put them in cages! Second, she and Lea were separated, Lea across the room and still unconscious. Third, their bags were on tables, and Lilah was unarmed, her daggers with her bag. She felt naked without them. In fact she felt a bit violated too, seeing as the fishermen had had to get them into these cages somehow. And fourth, they were alone in the room. At least one good thing in this gigantic hell of a mess.
((Just wondering if this was still...?))
((Yes, I'm sorry, I couldn't think of what to write and then I couldn't find the topic...unless you want to stop, but otherwise I'll get a reply as soon as I get home from dinner, okay? I'm so sorry agh))
((Oh, no problem! I was just making sure :) If you'd like, I can post with Dorian, if you're still stuck?))
((That would be great! And when I post I'll introduce my guy as well?))
((Sounds good!))Dorian was sitting through the seventh complaint brought to him about the increasing range of human fishermen into the Stormborn kingdom. They were all exactly the same: too many nets, nets on the ocean floor, fast boats. What each couldn't seem to understand was that there was nothing, absolutely nothing, Dorian could do about it. For god's sake, the human species didn't even know for a fact that mermaids existed. Sure, there were myths, legends, stories, but that was it. It wasn't like he could just swim up to the surface and kindly ask the human population to fuck off and keep their fishing to shallow waters.
So when a messenger burst into the office, cutting off the burly merman before him mid-sentence, Dorian rose gladly and dismissed the merman with a nod. The messenger bowed quickly. "Prince, a flare was sighted headed towards the palace from the direction of the east. We believe it might be the Princess Azalea Sirene signalling for help."
Dorian was already swimming for the door before the poor man was done. Passing the guards in the hall, he called back to the messenger, "Alert Commander Corin and tell him to be at the West Gate in fifteen minutes with two of his best men, at least one tracker with him." The messenger shot off after a quick nod.
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Fifteen minutes later Dorian was nodding his greetings to Corin and his two men, one of which he recognized on the spot. He had no armor, but two crossed swords were strapped to his back and a dagger to his bicep. Corin returned the nod, and gestured to each man in turn, all of whom were armed similarly to Dorian. "Kai, our tracker, and Allen." Each man saluted at his name.
"I know all but Allen. Nice to meet you. Now, let's move," Dorian replied, and with a powerful stroke of his tail shot out of the gate and above the city, making his way towards the faint remnants of smoke still hanging in the water. Corin fell in beside him. "Brother," he greeted. Corin might be a bastard, but he was the closest thing Dorian had ever had to a brother, so to him, Corin was brother. "Fishermen, you think?" Corin nodded. "I've met both the Princess and the her bodyguard, and if it were anything but that or a natural disaster, they wouldn't need help."
Lea sat up straight when she woke up, gasping in some water. She looked around a bit frantically, not really seeing or comprehending things. Had she and Lilah decided to go to sleep on their journey? They hand't made it to the Stormborn lands yet. Her eyes finally landing on Lilah, she realized. They were in tanks. Possibly still on the boat. Her pack, her clothes, her bracelet, all of her important items...on the ocean floor. Hopefully Dorian would find them. The most important part though? She and Lilah were trapped. Stuck. Nowhere to go, no way out. The definition of a damsel in distress. It had never happened before. They had always known what to do. Apparently not now."Lilah." Lea said, as loud as she could without yelling. She didn't know if they would be able to communicate at all, and Lilah showed no sign of having heard her. So she hit the glass side of the tank with one fist, trying not to think about how the effort caused a burning headache. No, that kind of thing didn't matter at the moment--just surviving and getting out of their horrible scenario. One minute after the next. They had sent a flare. Help was coming. As long as they didn't get too far inland.
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Lucas sighed as he walked aboard some fishing boat, the marine research building he was interning in had gotten a call about...mermaids, of all things, and because he was an intern, of course he was the one sent to deal with it. Talking to the fishermen for a few minutes, he took notes on what had happened, just because he had to. Lucas wrote down the coordinates they were at, the coordinates where they had found the "mermaids" and the key parts of the story. Apparently two of the half-fish had been pulled out of the water, their arms and hands entangled in a fishing net. One of them had threatened the fishermen with knives, seemingly intent on protecting the other. They had hit the girls over the head, and put them in tanks in the bottom of the boat. Why the fishermen had human-sized tanks, Lucas had no idea--but if this was for real, it would make moving the "mermaids" easier.
Following one of the fishermen underneath the deck, Lucas' jaw dropped when he saw the two girls. They had to be dressing up or something, connected to oxygen tanks. Yet he saw no scuba tanks or regulators, not even hoses for the girls to breathe from, and the way the girls moved their tails seemed all to natural for it to be a costume. And if it was a costume...Lucas had never seen that much detail on a dress-up mermaid. Moving closer to one of the tanks, he observed the girl with curling blonde hair and a golden and blue tail. She even appeared to have gills, slightly webbed fingers.
Walking to the other side of the room, he noted the weapons and backpack on the table. The other girl had straight brown hair, and a blue and white tail. It was too much detail to be a hoax, it had to be.
Lilah turned suddenly, water sloshing up the side and hitting the top of the tank. Lea was finally awake, thank god, and Lilah could breathe that much easier for that tiny blessing of knowing her charge was alright, if not safe. Lea mouthed something at her, and Lilah realized the tanks were probably at least a little soundproofed. "Lea," she called back, doubting she could hear her. "Are you ok?" One hand was pressed flat to the glass, but as the door to the room swung open, she jerked it back. Lilah had been expecting one of the fishermen, and one did in fact enter, but a young man, about her age, followed him. He was slim and dark-haired, well put together, but despite his nice appearance, Lilah's eyes narrowed as he approached Lea's tank, a look of wonder on his face. If he touched her... Lilah wasn't sure what she would do, but it wouldn't be pretty.
A few moments later, he turned and walked past her weapons, stopping in front of Lilah's own tank. There was a small feeling of wanting to shrink away, a larger feeling of helplessness at being at these humans' mercy, but the strongest feeling was anger. So Lilah, instead of shrinking away, pulled up towards the glass, face almost level with the man's, her unassuming brown eyes flashing a challenge. And then she said a few choice words that the mermen she trained with would be proud of, even if the man across the glass from her couldn't hear. He could probably guess from the murder in her eyes. The water swished, and her braid thunked against her bare shoulders. She wasn't so helpless after all, Lilah thought with grim satisfaction, finally remembering her fancy new folding knife, so ingenuously disguised as a hairclip. Try me now.
((I'm exhausted, so I'll post Dorian's in the morning. Sorry!))
((I'm pretty tired to, so I might not post until the morning as well...))
An hour of steady swimming later, and the smoke trail had dissipated completely. Kai had taken over seamlessly and efficiently, leading them straight to a reef near the peninsula of land known to be fishing ground. Dorian knew going past it was the fastest route between the two kingdoms, but this was the princess. What was done was done, however, and now his job was to find his betrothed and her bodyguard. "Fan out and search the bottom for any signs," he ordered loudly as he swam to the bottom, sweeping the reef with his careful gaze. Corin shouted and held up the end of the flare, indicating that this was, like Kai had said, the place where the women were captured. Another shout went up, and when Dorian swam to Corin, his half-brother was holding a piece of cloth, jagged, black lettering scrawled across it in a hurried hand. Dorian: Fishermen - nets. Lea captured. Lilah with. Bring help at once.
His worst fears were realized with those four choppy sentences. Dorian could do anything in the sea. It was his homeland, his kingdom, his world. But land was an entirely different matter. The same problem he had been dealing with this morning, annoyed that the merman couldn't understand that there was nothing he could do, was coming back to haunt him. Now, he wished more than anything he could swim up to the surface and demand anything of the humans. But.. he couldn't. He didn't even exist to them.
Crumpling the note in his hand, he turned towards Corin, a hand coming up to rub his temples. "We are screwed," he said eloquently.
((Working on it--I'm going on a reply spree at the moment and this is soon on the list. Sorry, I've been having a bit of writers block D:))
((Oh, so sorry. I'm not trying to be a bother. I'm currently on a reply spree as well... And a character spree, and a clean out my groups spree... Yeah...))
