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Ish’talla Side
Andr'ial and Ati'yya
Chapter 01 : 07
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“Hir’itel…” Andr’ial smiles as his cousin enters his home with his own Siren, In’irda, in tow. He had always been jealous of his cousin for having her, but now gazing upon In’irda’s yellow slitted eyes, golden adorned hair and old, dirty mask he honestly wonders what is was he was really that envious of. She was pleasant to look at, all the Sirens are, but she held nothing… special about her. Certainly not anywhere close to the caliber his Ati’yya was. “So you’ve finally managed a Siren of your own, cousin? Was it one someone discarded and you picked up second hand, since that is the only way I see you obtaining one.” Hir’itel looks at him smugly while absently running clawed fingers through In’irda’s golden locks. Andr’ial simply maintains his smile, gesturing for the pair to join him as he walks towards the stairs that lead up to his room. He will see and then he will eat his words. “I chartered a ship, found one for myself since all that is available through auction is not up to my standards these days.” “So you found yourself a half decrepit one then? I cannot see you able to procure anything beyond a child who can’t swim.” “I will not have to ask you to eat your words, Hir’itel, since you will be doing that all on your own.” Andr’ial smirks as they reach the door to his private chamber. The horned man dispels the ward before opening the door to allow the others in. “Come and see.” White eyes move immediately to the figure standing out on the balcony, staring out towards the distant oceans and longing for her old home. Hopefully an afternoon with In’irda will convince her that her place is here. He closes the door behind them, resetting his wards and walking out to retrieve his Siren. He looks at her slightly confused as she cradles her hand against her chest as if it was painful. After turning her to face him, he gently pulls her wrist forward, examining her burned palm. He sighs, looking up into slitted blue eyes. “Little fish, you cannot leave and you must not try.” Bringing her palm close to his lips, he whispers a stream of words that heals her burn instantly, taking the pain away. Leading her away from the open view, the horned man turns Ati’yya to face the pair behind them. “Hir’itel… this is Ati’yya.” Hir’itel says an explicative no one but Andr’ial understands before stepping forward to gaze more closely at the one before him while In’irda stands obediently behind. His pupiless blue eyes run over every detail of Ati’yya’s body as she stands before him, her wet sky blue locks cling to her and accentuate every curve. His cousin wants her, Andr’ial can tell from the look alone and he smiles knowingly. “Has she been broken in?” He asks, unable to take blue eyes off her. Andr’ial knows what the question implies and even if she were, he would still never allow him in the room alone with her. “Not yet. I was hoping your lovely In’irda could help with this since she is unable to understand commands.” The horned man bows politely to the golden haired Siren behind his cousin and she bows her head subordinately in acknowledgement. “Yes. I will set In’irda on this task.” He looks up slyly. “Though it may take several sessions…” Several sessions that mean he will be able to feast his eyes on his cousin’s new prize and hopefully find a way to remove her from his possession for himself. “Come…” He gestures to Andr’ial, “We have much to discuss. In’irda…” His Siren gracefully bows towards her master. “Ati’yya is unschooled. I leave it up to you to see that she understands her new role. We will return later.” He steps towards her, speaking the words that release her mask before the pair exit the room to discuss things over dinner. Slitted blue eyes follow the two men as they exit to leave herself and the other Siren alone, both hope and strange sinking feeling filling her lithe body as her gaze slides away and settles on the one at her front. The blonde is decorated and adorned in similar fashion to how she’d been earlier and that mask… it was worn and not shining like the one her captor has been forcing on her, showing age and time in a way she can barely comprehend. This structure is decorated with images of their kind and before her stands another whose plight mirrors her own. She, herself had never known these other creatures truly existed until Andr’ial and those men came and took her from her home yet it seems that not only had they known of her, she was not the only one to be ripped away from the oceans and forced into this terrible life. Please… she starts, a slight hinting of desperation tinting her tone as she takes a step closer to one standing at her front. Please tell me that we are not trapped in this world forever… Trapped? In’irda looks at her slightly confused. I am not sure what you mean. She watches Ati’yya for a moment before she starts to understand. You are new to this but your master has given you many lovely gifts. You are certainly prized. I had to earn my things from my master. Golden yellow eyes look around and finally settle on the pool towards the middle of the room. You are very lucky, I am envious of your gifts. In’irda looks back towards confused and desperate blue and smiles. My master has informed me I will be showing you your role and duties, as you cannot understand the language your own speaks yet. This will come in time, it is not complicated. She steps forward, taking hold of Ati’yya’s hand. They are not very complicated creatures and most are easy to please. You have not even been here a day and look at all you have been given. Ati’yya frowns, yanking her hand free of the other Siren’s grip before taking a step back. Gifts? All I have been given?! Her slitted gaze sweeps over the room, the details, the bed, the billowing fabric and the pool before sliding back to In’irda once again, a disbelieving look tainted in near fury crossing her pretty features. One of my suitors was slain before my very eyes while I was ripped from the hands of my other. That male then took me from my home, has done nothing but hurt me and caged me, stifled my voice and suffocated me under the weight of those coverings that lock your very body. I have been humiliated and abused, he has taken from my body what he did not earn, what he continues to take still no matter how many times I beg him to stop. He keeps me from everything I hold dear and does not seem to care how much this pains me. How is that lucky? How is that being prized?! What could you possibly envy? In’irda shakes her head. You do not understand. You are to be his companion, this is what we are. We are worshiped here. The males, they go through great lengths to obtain us and then they give us everything we could ever want. What they ask in return is nothing. We do not have to hunt for our food, we are not exposed to rough weather, predators, disease, anything. We are protected, desired, provided for. She sits down on the side of the pool, moving webbed fingers through the clear water, the various adornments on her body chiming. This life is so much better. If my only payment is my body then I freely give it. It is power we have over them. We are so wanted and so desired they will trip over themselves for us. And your master. She smiles. Is very handsome. Mine has not lent me to him because he wishes to be cruel to his kin. He knows your master has craved us for a long time. But now he has you and he seems very happy. Ati’yya can sparsely believe her ears and she looks down at the golden haired Siren as if she were insane. What have they done to the other to have her say such things? How long has she been trapped in this foreign world to speak of it with as much admiration as she has? The blue haired figure simply cannot understand. Everything I want is far behind me… she says quietly a few moments later, her slitted eyes sliding back over a narrow shoulder to stare out of the balcony opening. I am denied it yet taunted by its presence, given a mockery in its stead… turning her head back, she’s met with an even yellow gaze. I had two who desired me already, strong males who protected me, hunted for me, cared for me and did not once force their wants on me against my will. Webbed fingers slide up to her wet sky blue locks and she brushes at the last spot her orange eyed suitor had touched, a place long since tainted by her captor’s hands. I do not wish to be worshiped by these strange creatures; I do not wish to be the companion of the male who has taken everything from me as he has. I do not want a master, I just wish to go home… In’irda frowns. It is probably easy for you to say. You had suitors, you are beautiful. I had nothing. No male would place their eyes on me, hunt for me, protect me. Not all of us have had that luxury in the oceans like you. Here, everyone looks at me. I would not trade this life for my old one and in time, you will realize this life is better as well. You do not have a choice. If you try to escape, they will only catch you and bring you back, and there will be consequences. The mask you will wear, it cannot be unlocked by anyone but your master. She shakes her head. I can help you make the transition easier, but it is a transition you will need to make. If you do not want my help, it will be infinitely harder on you. Her eyes narrow. And perhaps on me if I do not show your master the results he desires. Or he could trade you to my master for a while until you have learned. My master is not gentle or patient like yours seems to be. Ati’yya blinks at the other Siren’s words, that thread of hope she’d felt in seeing another of her kind broken with all that has been said. Whatever they have done, however long her enslavement has gone on it has obviously broken her. This is the only conclusion she can possibly come to in hearing that In’irda would choose this over the freedom that lies at their backs. The blue haired figure suddenly feels drained, the weight of the knowledge that the nightmare she’s being subjected to will continue on hurting her deeply inside. Delicate webbed fingers slide up to her face and she turns away from the blonde before sinking down into a fluid squat, her head soon falling against her knees. It is like a bad dream I cannot wake from. she whispers, the emotional pain in her voice clear. I do not understand any of what is happening to me or why it must be so. I do not understand what I have done to anger the waters as I have. I was happy, so happy and now you are telling me that I must accept that I will never again be free... That I must accept that I am to be the companion of a male who has taken me from all that I have known and loved…? Ati’yya’s head sinks a little father against her legs and she clenches her eyes shut in a futile attempt to hold back her welling tears as her voice drops into the hints of despair. I do not know if this is possible, my heart aches far too much …
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