I came for your stories, I stayed for your beauty.
He was in a rush? The man seemed annoyed by Tenor's approach. Who did he think he was steal from his people? Steal was used in the weakest of senses, technically things left in the water weren't the merfolks entirely, even if some of them liked to think of it as their property.
Tenor stared at the man's haul. "I'm not sure, are you sure it's not you who needs help?" The merman used his tail to splash the potential thief. "Those are some mighty shiny things you have there." A thought bubbled into Tenor's mind.
"You weren't planning on leaving with those were you? The knife in his hand worried Tenor, but even still. Perhaps the man infront of him was gullible enough, or dumb enough to make a trade. Tenor needed more inspiration, something noteworthy to sing about. The wave had been bringing him nothing of interest lately. Nothing but smell of fish.
Tenor stared at the man's haul. "I'm not sure, are you sure it's not you who needs help?" The merman used his tail to splash the potential thief. "Those are some mighty shiny things you have there." A thought bubbled into Tenor's mind.
"You weren't planning on leaving with those were you? The knife in his hand worried Tenor, but even still. Perhaps the man infront of him was gullible enough, or dumb enough to make a trade. Tenor needed more inspiration, something noteworthy to sing about. The wave had been bringing him nothing of interest lately. Nothing but smell of fish.
TENOR
