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The young ravenette looked out the window of the cafe, even the tinted glass didn't stop her gaze from falling onto the horizon lined by the ocean. Getting ready for the day was one of her most peaceful moments, taking the time to check everything but this time... she felt a rather odd sense of comfort from where her stares lingered.

"Something good is about to happen, and when it does... the moonlight will bare witness to the ocean's doings."

It was a fleeting whisper barely audible, yet heard by two other helpers hiding within the shadows of the unopened Cafe. With an amused chuckle she gave one final peek to the azure waves before going back to her business. Perhaps a message in a bottle will flow adrift once more.

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A mermaid lurks in the waves of her home. Her secluded mangrove roots created a perfectly private home. While there weren’t any dancing anemones and colorful corals, it was home. The marine creature weaved herself out of the tangled roots and kicked up some sand as her fins swayed in the ocean waves carrying her out to the open sea.

The mermaid’s pale yellow-grey tail glimmers as she quickly swims into the depths of the blue waves to where she finds a familiar abandoned shipwreck; it is where her treasury of pearls is safely hidden away from greedy thieves. Past the wooden doors overgrown with flowing green algae, colorful corals, and anemones peacefully welcome the mermaid shark. The sun shines brightly onto the turquoise blue and slowly descends into beautiful dark navy waters–quaint-filled small knick-knacks and shelves full of glass bottles and some with paper scrolls.

Light brown webbed hands reach out to the cramped selves and retrieve four filled orbs and bottles. Each item had odd silhouettes and surface dweller’s flora. The shark mermaid swims towards and makes her way down the rotting overgrown wreckage. Starlight hair sprawls behind her as the items in her faintly scared arms clink and clank along her movements. 

The mermaid swam to the darkest depths with familiarity etched into her actions as the mer-woman turned into a dimly lit cave. The dark and gloomy area’s atmosphere is in stark contrast to the sunken ship’s somewhat familiar yet somber aura. Despite how it may seem, the dreary cave helped the marine creature focus, and it acted as a secluded room for her to continue her work with little to no interruptions. Despite its initial usage as a workroom of sorts, the starlight-haired woman found it comforting and used it as a way to spy on the land.

The centerpiece in her hidden room was a large rock cauldron, the lip of a pot’s spindle-like stalagmites giving as dangerous allure as the shark-mer approaches as the foreboding centerpiece. The bottles and orbs clink as the young creature’s gills open on her neck and sides of her shark end. Gingerly allowing the fragile trinkets to float in the water before her golden interested gaze. Even though the eerily ambiance of the cave would make it hard to see the minute details of the ornaments for other humans, she wasn’t human, now was she?

“Hm, What to choose. Each one has the essence of the people it represents. These two,” The mermaid grasps the cork sealed glass containers, white shadows of a short-haired and long-haired figure, walking in opposite directions. The red encrusted seared bottle was simple in aesthetic but what it lacked in eye candy made things more interesting. The yellow-bowed glass seemingly was full of stars and a miniature tree as the long-haired figure looked forlorn.

The mer-shark turns to the last sky-filled the jar with butterflies, and lean-looking fiery flowers outstretched to the insects. The bejeweled orange bow floats in the waters as the white-haired woman experimentally pokes at its invisible wall. The bottle limply tilts and rotates before her with an amused smirk curling on the mermaid’s face. The last items differed from the glass-filled bottles, two orbs filled with flora and rare growing see-through crystals.

“Or, these others, quite the predicament.” Indecision ebbs into the mermaid as white strands float behind the woman as nothing answers her rhetorical question. ‘I wonder how long I’ll have to stay down here, and I do have a business on the surface to tend to up there.’ The shark-mer thoughtfully glances toward the keen selection as a webbed hand reaches towards one of the floating items and raises it to her eyes. A quizzical expression appears as she violently throws the glass into the cauldron. A thunderous cloud explodes, and streaks of color appear and illuminate the darkened cavern. Soon the clouds start to come and absorb unnaturally, forming into useless shapes at first.

Mother-like coos roll from the mermaid’s tongue as she urges the abnormally swelling bubble to configure itself into something more visible, something more telling.

A purple mist bursts from the swelling bubble, and a young man with brown and red hair appears before in the mist. His face cooly steward as he looks off. “Zane Fredrick, a man, stranded to Royal Sword.” {See post}

A gentle mix of pink, blue, and green seeps into the grey cloud as it pops. A young woman with a focused expression on her face. “Monica Cyrus, the woman stranded in an unknown world. Hm, more than one person from mysterious circumstances… Odd.” {See post}

Vibrant reds and yellows take over and writhe. The cloud gathers together and shows an outline of a lizard or a dragon. “Professor Lòng of Royal Sword.” {See Post}

The vibrancy of warm colors mellows and transforms into gentle pastel colors. A pair of slips appear in the cloud as the mermaid reaches the last orb. “Leif Sinter, the 1st year of RSA with a little secret of his own.” {See Post}

The last orb in the shark’s possession was a humble flower-filled looking glass. As she recounts this person’s name and drops the bubble into her cauldron, the mist turns into a black outline of a rosebud. “Roselio Cantilena, quite literally the baby of this bunch.” {See Post}

“That looks like all of them, as of now. Hope they’re all doing well.” Lifting her chin from propped up hands as she looked on in mild intrigue, a tired sigh pulled from her lips, and she looked to the entrance of her small hideaway to see a nameless merman in her doorway skeptically. Calling out, “Sherbert Wellman? May I speak with you?”

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