"Can you tell me about how my brother saved you?" Shali asked the mage. Syryn had her sit on the chair while he himself was perched on the table with his legs folded. A bowl of fruit lay between them though neither was inclined to eat any.
"Well... Er," Syryn faltered. It wasn't easy coming up with an action story about the villain while turning him into a hero.
"Grifan and I were taking a walk with his friends," Syryn began.
"What were you talking about?"
'Don't fight it, Syryn, we'll all have fun together.'
The mage blinked at the ceiling. "We were talking about having fun. I think your brother was planning some kind of water activity for us."
"Ah," Shali smiled, "maybe he wanted to take you dolphin riding."
Syryn had one more thing to ask Drevin about. How dare the prince not introduce him to dolphin riding!
"Maybe. Well anyway, his friends were rotten to the core. They lead us to a secluded area and into a room where they planned to attack me." Syryn was nervous about this part. He didn't want to talk about adult matters to a young mer girl.
"And my brother stopped them, right?" Shali's entwined fingers tightened. She appeared desperate to be told that her brother hadn't been the villain.
Syryn felt sorry for her.
"Yes, Shali, he told them it wasn't right to force themselves on an unwilling person."
The mer girl began to cry. She pressed the knuckles of her fingers to her eyes and held them there while her shoulders shook.
Syryn wasn't familiar enough with her to hug and hold her as cried. It was awkward, sad, and quiet between them.
"I'm sorry," she said after long moments of letting the grief engulf her.
"You shouldn't apologise for grieving, Shali."
Syryn didn't say that Grifan was resting in peace, or that his spirit had moved to a merman paradise.
"Syryn, I know that my brother wasn't the best of mers but I loved him. I am very glad that he died helping someone," Shali said through her tears.
The mage was feeling a strange mixture of guilt and discomfort. The mer hadn't died a hero, he had died scum, and at the hands of the very person that Shali was looking to for comfort.
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Back on the surface, Rowan was on his return journey to Elysium after having killed the sea hag. After long days of fruitless searching, he had tracked down the creature with the help of a man who used Roga's blood as a pointer.
It had been exactly two weeks since Syryn's departure and eleven days since the curse had been lifted off the anti mage. If his mage hadn't run into problems finding the idol maker or wasn't embroiled in unforeseen circumstances, the anti mage was expecting his return in three more weeks. Four at the most.
Rowan knew that it took at least two and a half weeks to get to Coop island or less on a faster ship. And since the spell had been lifted, Syryn should be back home if not on the way home. But this was contingent on Syryn realising that the spell had lifted.
Rowan surmised that if Syryn wasn't already back, it could be that either the mage was unaware of the spell lifting and was still searching for the idol maker, or he was in trouble of some kind. And from his experience in dealing with the problems that came for his lover, Rowan was betting on the latter.
Despite the harshness of weather that was tossing their ship, Rowan stood at the bow and was lashed by rain and wind. The lifting of the spell had planted a seed of unease in his heart. He had to know exactly what had happened to Syryn and the gold idol.
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Many metres under the ocean, Syryn absentmindedly rubbed the part of his ear that was eaten. The mage was very self-conscious about it and wanted a way to cover up what he considered to be a defect. He didn't know how endearing it made him appear to Drevin who was watching the human's restless fidgeting with his ear lobe.
"How did that happen?" He asked Syryn.
"My ear? I don't want to talk about it..." Syryn morosely replied. "It makes my ear look ugly, doesn't it?"