A Sad Sea-Song
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Aventurine works in a magical menagerie/circus and Sunday is one of its newest attractions.
“You’ve heard the stories, right? Well, they’re mostly true. Creatures like that? Got a voice that can convince a man to do just about anything.”
“Oh.” Aventurine looks away from the stagehand back toward the creature in the tank. “Why’re you showing him to me?”
Chuckling, the stagehand goes to lower the curtain again and Aventurine feels a strange sense of loss when the tank and its occupant are blocked from view once more. “Guess the boss thinks your luck’ll keep you from doing whatever that one tries to tell you to do.”
Aventurine freezes. “He wants me to do the training?”
“Not got much of a choice, do you?”
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- Part 1 of A Sad Sea-Song
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Sunday was once rescued from bondage by Kakavasha but is not content in his home beneath the waves. In order to settle into place once more, he is instructed to find the one who'd rescued him and take back what once was his.
As days pass and he tries to find his place in the Family once more, it becomes increasingly obvious that whatever had happened during his ordeal…something had changed. In the beginning, it was easy to wave off the feeling that he was perpetually just a little out of tune, a little off key, when compared to the others. No matter how he tries, no matter how his sister tries to help him, the feeling doesn’t abate.
The Patriarch’s look of disappointment only grows deeper until he finally addresses the problem directly. “Your sister has told me your story,” the older mer-creature says in an even tone. “It seems there was more to it than what you told me.”
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- Part 2 of A Sad Sea-Song
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Sunday and Kakavasha are far apart but there is at least one person in the world that would see them together again.
Months pass after Kakavasha leaves Sunday behind. Even as he travels once more inland, he knows he hasn’t truly left the sea behind. As he makes his way down the road, he can hear the waves when the wind rushes over tall grass and at night he dreams of drowning in his lover’s golden gaze. When he pauses to rest a few days in each town and village he comes across, he is only too happy to spin tales of the beautiful and enchanting people of the sea for an audience that had never seen the ocean with their own eyes. Sometimes he earns a little coin and sometimes all that’s offered to him are a few hot meals and a place to sleep while he’s there but he doesn’t begrudge a comfortable place to lay his head.
And on nights when the moon is full and seems to make everything glow with silver he has to wonder if he had stayed behind, could he have convinced Sunday to remain with him? A selfish wish, maybe, but Kakavasha had never claimed to not be. Not really.
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- Part 3 of A Sad Sea-Song