"Please wake up."

Eyelids fluttered, light caressing iridescent irises of clear water. Eyelids? Mermaids did not have eyelids yet Rilletta the mermaid did. Solid ground sat beneath her, lumps of rock pressing against her slim back. Rilletta coughed, moaning at the stinging pain in her nose and throat. Her lungs felt heavy as she considered whether she even wished to awaken. Perhaps it would be easier to sleep for an eternity, another millennium are so.

"Open your eyes."

The familiar voice sneaked into her human skin, causing a shudder to ripple through her. Her eyelids lifted wearily, squinting and looking quickly away as she raised a hand to block the relentless sun. A familiar, red haired figure stood over her. "Man clam," she managed to croak, her sugary voice bumping along her vocal chords.

Rilletta looked around, her kaleidoscope orbs drifting over unfamiliar figures. Pressing her palms to the heated earth below, she pushed herself up, tucking her legs on either sides of her body as if she did not realise she was stark naked. Then again, she most likely didn't or if she did, saw no shame in nudity. She'd spent hundreds upon thousands of years undressed in her water form, after all. Clothes were strange curtains humans insisted on wearing. For modesty, her man clam had said. She did not quite understand what the word meant - modesty.

"You, you, you," she began, pointing an ivory skinned finger at each person around her in turn. "Man and lady clams?" she asked, gesturing toward Roth with her chin as she asked if they were friends of his. Her poor knowledge of the human languages was evident in her messy grammar and limited vocabulary.

Her eyes paused on a young girl with short, light hair. The creature had beautiful, large and rather innocent looking eyes and the dainty features of an elf. Yet, she was not an elf - at least, not completely. Her pale skin and the slight blue aura emitting from it hinted at her water creature ancestry. Rilletta tilted her head to the side, observing the small child.

"Dee fran huul crased fronelia?" the Siren asked in a lovely voice, now void of liquid taint in her human body. She did, however, speak as water would if it, too, could speak. Rilletta's voice was flowing, reminding those who heard of ever flowing streams and gentle ocean waves at night. You are a child of water? she'd asked. Seeing that the young girl understood, Siren beamed a pearly smile and continued, gesturing toward Roth.

"Rrha ki ra hymme paja yor getrra, en gott wi gyas." He is a mighty clam of the ocean, yet he can transform into fire. He is my friend. Rilletta smiled proudly, gripping Roth's hand to pull herself upright, brushing the sand from her backside. Her legs wobbled as she held onto Roth's shoulder, she was not yet comfortable with her strange body of flesh and blood. Roth was significantly taller than her and she frowned as she asked in the human tongue, "Why is Roth higher than Rilletta?"

Turning back to the short-haired girl, she continued, not so subtly jerking her head at the teenage boy with hair of brown and orange. "En chsee fwal fwal mea. Fou paks ra, diasee, sarrifis hyzik tes dies for?" she asked. Who is the little man? she'd asked, even though the 'little man' was still taller than Rilletta. He looks weird for he is beautiful but he has no breasts. What do you call those in your human world? Men?

"Why are you not a woman?" she asked in a language the teenage boy would understand, her accent thick like a Spanish person who'd just recently learned English. "Wear dresses and carry what do humans call? Mum bells?" she asked, meaning umbrellas.

"You are all weird," she declared, nodding as if she were agreeing with herself.

Roth attempted to keep his face dignified but he was relieved when Rilletta had moved. But then -

"Rrha ki ra hymme paja yor getrra, en gott wi gyas." Rilletta had said. 'Might clam?' he repeated to himself. Though her understanding and vocabulary were, lacking. There would be time to teach and correct. For now he simply waited for an opening in her tirade of questions and statements. He kept a warm smile on his face and glanced when and where Rilletta pointed.

"Perhaps we are weird, Mistress." his smile was soft as he made a quick gesture with two of his fingers and Rilletta was dry and clean as well as being clothed once more. The parasol was once more floating over the mermaid shielding her from the sun's rays. "I am taller simply because that your height and my height were simply meant to be this way. Though I must say my true form is larger because I am a djinn, not a clam, Mistress. I choose this taller form," he gestured to his human appearance "simply because I felt it would make you feel more at ease and safer."

Roth stared at the figure before him. It was not like the elf had no breasts, it was simply not of age and elves were not built like mermaids and sirens. Roth couldn't help but take in the fair elf's, no half-elf's, figure. Roth noted the language of the sea, so whatever her other half was could relate to Rilletta as well as the undine.

"Mistress Rilletta," Roth started once more. "You are correct in saying she is beautiful, but she is not he. She is indeed a young woman, at least in appearance." Roth had trouble guessing ages when it came to magical creatures of the female gender. Regardless of the age in years, they always tended to be either a cute and innocent looking age or a full figured beauty. "They are called Um-brel-las." he pronounced slowly. "If you like Mistress I can change her clothes to that of a dress if you'd like."

Scarny shook her head. "No, I can not show you around I am sorry." She patted the dragon entwined a part where he had hair. "I am going to land." She told him before dive bombing the ground. She had jumped off of the dragon and he had thought fast and swooped down to catch her before she hit the ground. He managed to get her a few fit about some trees and landed her safely in the forest.

The man spoke softly, in a slightly accented language different from her own and called to the woman laying out on the sand.

"Man clam" the woman spoke, her voice sounding much like the sirens of the sea that she had heard in the past.

This must be the one who was singing that song earlier Tahl thought to herself as the woman pushed herself up into a sitting position and pointed to each of them in return.

"You, you, you, man and lady clams?"

While Tahl's grasp of the human language was not complete it was better then the woman's obviously, though it still took tahl a second to grasp what she had said.

As the siren turned to study her Tahl was surprised when she spoke in the language of the water.

"Dee fran huul crased fronelia? Rrha ki ra hymme paja yor getrra, en gott wi gyas." You are a child of water? He is a mighty clam of the ocean, yet he can transform into fire. He is my friend.

nodding Tahl answered in her rich yet soft voice "Siyo, pholor ussta ilhars suul, 'zil ph'dos, d'elezz Usstan tlun brornus dos ph''zil rivvil lu'henotep drowned, vel'bol uri'shoelt?" Yes, on my mothers side, as are you, though I am surprised you are as human and almost drowned, what happened?

Shooting a curious look at the siren, for it was now obvious that was what the woman was, as she spoke again, this time in english. It seemed that she was under the mistaken idea that Tahl was a male but when the elf opened her mouth to correct her she instead settled for a bemused expression as the male answered for her.

"Mistress Rilletta, You are correct in saying she is beautiful, but she is not he. She is indeed a young woman, at least in appearance," glancing at Tahl, the male continued to speak "They are called umbrellas, if you like mistress I can change her clothes to that of a dress if you'd like."

"Usstan saph ussta ofil'nisha fridj ula g'rftte whol l'gultah. Sefal, ele zhah il lar'ild dos nesst clam?" I like my clothes just fine thanks for the offer. Anyways, why is she calling you man clam?

Tahl, looking down at her self and her clothes, knew why she had assumed that she was a male, for even though she had passed the right of adulthood, or as much of one as the elves had, her body had yet to mature, and wouldn't for another 100 years or so.

"No, I can not show you around I am sorry."

This statement disappointed Ahura. Nevertheless, he stayed calm and resisted the urge to ask 'Why not?'. Over the many decades, he has learned to keep his tongue down in situations like this unless it is of major importance and although the Angha's prying mind is always looking for and storing information, his brain had trained himself what and what not to say. However, this mechanism has sometimes either overestimated or underestimated a simple statement.

He would never in his right mind say this out loud, but his brain has failed to comprehend regular or common emotions such as love, sadness, or loneliness. He was born as an Angha with incredible knowledge and wisdom yet he can't tell the difference between the heartache for a companion to the heartache over the loss of a loved one. Both hurt incredibly, but each effect the brain in different ways. Ways that Ahura has obviously failed to understand(And, quite frankly, doesn't want to understand). And instead of learning these emotions he wanders the world, meeting new friends and leaving them with an emotionless gaze set straight on the road before him.

"I am going to land."

Ahura was suddenly yanked out of thought and into reality at Scarny's voice ringing through the air. "Ah yes...I shall land to..." Ahura manages to spit out before he slowly makes his descent toward the earth. As he nears land, Ahura senses Scarny landing a calculates the number of seconds he has to prepare. In those seconds, he folds his wings up and moves his paws forward. Once his paws had hit the ground the flapping ceases and Ahura takes some time to gain his stability on land.

Scarny hopped off of the dragon. Once she was off she knelt down and placed her hand on the ground. She searched for a certain place using the world around her. Her mind connected with the earth and it used her memories to show her the directions to go for certain places she had been before. She chose one and set out towards it at a brisk pace. She had left the spot she landed within a matter of seconds after getting off of the dragon. She was off into the woods her dragon following before Ahura landed. She wasn't really running away from him just needing to find a certain spot so that she did not have to answer certain questions.

Ahura shakes his messed up fur and feathers. "What a wonderful flight don't you think Miss. Scarny?" His answer was that of the bristling leaves in the trees. His ears flicked toward the direction in which he had sensed Scarny land. "Scarny?" His head turns toward the ground and his tail and wings spread and fold over the earth as he begins to sense farther vibrations. In a matter of seconds, he had caught Scarny's dragons vibrations and the elf herself moving at a hasty pace through the woods.

Almost instantly, his thoughts raced through his mind, picking out reasons that were the cause of Scarny's actions. Much to his dismay, his mind had rebelliously picked reasons that HE must have done to somehow upset the elf. Did I say something offensive? Do something offensive? Was I being a bit too cheerful? Whatever the reason must have been, it left the Angha in dead thought. Just standing there thinking of what he must do or say to Scarny to somehow explain her actions so that his mind would finally settle down. Eventually he was left with the decision to not follow her and instead trek toward the camp.

From all of the commotion today, he was quite exhausted. And the day wasn't even half way over with. "Who new spending time with a bunch like this could be so tiring..." He sighs to nobody in particular.

The sounds of the forest, the rush of blood in his ears and the scent of his prey's fear. This is why Doran loved the thrill of the hunt. There just wasn't something nearly as satisfying as catching your own food. He was sure the deer he was chasing thought differently. His feet pounded the hard soil of the forest as Doran sprinted after his meal. After his earlier ambush, he had dug his claws inside the deer's tough hide and let it run. With the poison now in it's veins, it wouldn't last long. Besides, the running before death made the meat not as tough. Sure enough, the deer had slowed down to a mere crawl, struggling to move even a step more. Doran sighed and slit the creatures neck. He hated seeing animal's suffer. His sharp claw cut through the underbelly like butter as he set about cleaning his fresh kill.

About ten minutes later, the venison was sizzling on the giant rock he used for cooking. The rock was heated through a hot spring that rested just below it. Doran much preferred his little swamp to the campgrounds. The camp was always loud and full of people but here, no one came here but his food and himself. There was plenty of pools if he decided to go for a swim, something he did after every meal, but most importantly, it was much to wet and humid here to make a fire. Doran hated fire more then he hated people taking his food. The flickering red mass struck chords of fear deep inside of him that he could not overcome. Perhaps it was because it was the only thing that could stop his regenerative abilities or maybe it was just because it's damn hot. He had no idea. The Hydra picked a piece of meat off the slab and gave it an experimental lick. "Perfect! The Thyme and Dandelion mix excellently!" With the ferocity of a hungry animal, Doran tore into the muscle, devouring the whole deer in five minutes.

With a great splash, the redhead jumped into the water, his glasses safely resting on the shoreline. He let out a small gasp at how cold it was but quickly became used to it and began floating down the stream. Doran closed his eyes and placed his hands behind his head, using his legs to keep him afloat. It was so relaxing he would have fallen asleep in the water if not for the sound of footsteps echoing throughout his precious swamp. He stopped and crawled onto the shore of the river, hiding in the dense underbrush. He was still a little peckish, perhaps he would have a little snack before he went to camp. When an elf came into view, Doran huffed with disappointment. He couldn't eat an elf. They looked too much like a human and human meat tasted bitter. Along side her was a dragon, though this one did not look nearly as cool as his did. Now he definitely wouldn't be eating her.

He rose form the underbrush as quietly as he could, so not to startle her. 'Maybe if I strike up a conversation with her, she won't tell anyone about my secret place." Doran strode towards the elf, completely aware of the fact he was naked. "What, may I ask you, are you doing in my swamp?" Doran asked with a little smile.

Akane ran through the forest following the beautiful blue bird. At times she would trip and fall, but she would keep her tears in and run after the bird once more. For some reason, the bird always waits for her when she trips. Running once more, she followed the bird. She didn't know where she was going, but she swore she heard her mother's voice from that bird. Breathing very hard, the bird finally stopped. It rested at the lowest branch of a tree. Akane walked to the tree where the bird rested. Then, she saw the lake. It was beautiful. The waters gently splashing on the side of the lake, the light sparkling on the surface of the lake. It was sight to behold. Akane stared, enthralled. After a moment or two, Akane heard a small rustling of bushes, and spun around. There was a small peacock staring back at her. Akane walked slowly towards the bird. The bird only flicked his head around staring back at her. Akane slowly extended a hand and touched the top of it's head. It's head was soft, and warm. Akane cried. It was the first time in 12 years she felt that kind of warmth.

[OOC notes: By the way, I'm new... So can anybody explain how we role play in here?]