my heart my sacrifice

To her surprise Scylla was home much earlier than she ad anticipated. Siren heard the door to the suites open and her dual toned eyes lifted to find her daughter’s sad form slipping through the entrance. Her mouth dribbling the glowing saliva as she approached her mother. The Queen knew her children, and Scylla could be nothing but miserable.

"I know, my little goddess.” Siren cooed softly as she led the little girl over to the bed so she could hang her head over the side. "Here, swish around some of this and spit in the bucket.” The purified ocean water held a high salinity and seemed to help for at least a moment. Siren offered her daughter the bowl as she placed a bucket beneath to spit.

"Siren Primrose Klein"