Merlin Prismriver's Story

Selvaggia yawned from her spot on the very front of the ferry. So many new scents for her to smell, so many different meats. She licked her lips and pulled some kelp from her hair. She tossed it into the water and sighed. She wanted to swim but padre said she couldn't until she was at the academy. This made her somewhat depressed but she understood his worry. If she shifted and ate someone it wouldn't end well. She sighed again and keep matching scents with faces, kicking her shoeless feet out.

Daemos was worried. His baby girl, Selvie, would be coming to the academy with so many other races. He feared she would try to take a chunk out of one of them. He ran a hand through his black hair and grumbled. He only hoped that she would get here before she got too hungry...

Merlin floated through the walls and greeted Daemos with a smile before floating onward. She couldn't wait to meet all of her students and especially Selvaggia. She had heard so much about her from Daemos. Maybe all her students would be nice.

Daemos entered the room and without prompting, he set the two little Emei daggers on the table. They rolled a bit before the shadows made them stop on the table. He rolled his neck as Merlin floated in, humming. "Sorry, I'm late..." she whispered before setting her trumpet beside Daemos' and stood beside him, humming happily. She was oblivious to everyone in the room while Daemos rolled his eyes at the girl.

"Not everyone's here yet so you're fine, Prismriver." he said. "Though I'd like to know why we're here too..."

Merlin and Daemos watched the fighting, one with worry, the other with amusement. Daemos looked over at the others, who had grabbed their heirlooms and did the same, tossing Merlin hers. She caught it and nodded her thanks. Daemos merely sat beside Leviathan, in an effort to keep them apart. Merlin sat beside him, somewhat shy of the other mythos. Both were outclassed in here, one being a semi-immortal Skinwalker, the other a ghost.

Leviathan saw that Sophinia was not at all getting along with Sarah. The thought of that ungrateful Fae wanting to harm her made his blood boil. Touch her, and you'll be scorched! He did not say it, though the temptation to back up the thought was heavy. In the end, Leviathan sighed and looked over at Sarah, his eyes expressing concern for her well-being. He swiftly broke his gaze and looked back at his tooth, not wanting to say a word unless he had to, which he doubted.

Daemos looked at Merlin and shrugged. They were some of the last in there. "Shall we?" He asked and she nodded. Both headed to a room and unpacked int relative silence. Both felt very out of place in here but each had a reason to do so. Daemos decided to try to hunt down his wayward daughter, knowing she'd want to play in this awful weather. He shook his head as he heard the rain. "Maybe not..." he muttered, sitting on his bed. Merlin looked at him.

"What was that, Mr. Daemos?"

"Nothing, Miss Prismriver, nothing..." He laid back on the black sheets and closed his eyes, feinting sleep once again.