Pastel Colored Sadness

CHAPTER 9 Siren Song

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Chapter 9

Siren Song

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I woke up to the sound of something tapping on my window beside me, a well rounded woman smiled down at me with her red hair and golden eyes, like Conner's. Unlike the boys, though, she had brown hair, and she was very short. I guess the boys got their heights and hair from their father.

I opened my door and stepped out. "Hello, I'm Mother O'Kelly. Thank you for helping my sons when you didn't have to. We've decided to invite you to our gathering of the Sun Dancers. All Magical blood is invited, you see. The Kelpies are just starting to arrive. Come, come. You've been given a seat of honor for the feast!" she smiled, taking my hand and dragging me along. I was only half a head taller than her, I noticed. They definitely got their height from their father.

She took me to an area made with red and gold carpet walls. She pulled me under one, then helped me dress in the light blue colored uniform of a Siren, she only found one of the female versions in the large tubs she had for those who didn't have their own uniforms. I hated this color, which was almost Cyan in how vibrante it was. I had always favored the deeper, more beautifully crafted dark blue outfits of the Mer, covered in silver and glass ornaments. The Siren's uniform was almost pitiful beside the Mer uniform, hardly bell pants and a bikini top, both were adjustable from either large bodies or small bodies, which left lots of overlap in fabric for me.

Mother O'Kelly then led me through a slight maze, taking us to the center where a large bonfire was made. It was easy to identify each of the people here, or at least who their kinfolk were. Mostly all the adults held some sort of instrument with them as well.

There were mostly Kelpies, dressed in their very familiar green outfits that always looked amazing on Sam. There was a small three-person pack of werewolves wearing sunshine yellow and furs that matched their own wolf coats. In the opposite corner, a small flock of Fairies in their forest greens and chocolate browns gathered, laughing and dancing their blessings over the colorful variety of children in the center of their small circle.

On the other side of the fire, there were two purple and red outfitted couples as far away from the wolves as possible, one guy dressed in brown and white sitting on a log drinking something from a red plastic cup, one traveling Mer person close to the fairies watching his child dancing with the fairies. He took one look at me and spat at the ground on my feet. I flinched, but followed on as I looked around and found many, many red uniforms. I realized then that I had not paid enough attention to my magical species classes as I should have.

"You didn't get hurt by the saltwater Conner bathed in before arriving, did you?" Mother O'Kelly asked mid sentence as if it had only now occurred to her, taking a look at my arms, now healed up from the painful removal of the scales. I still had my legs to do, but I'd do that later. She never suspected my legs, and she patted me kindly as she noticed there weren't any scales on my skin.

"What's your name, dear?" she asked, pulling me along to the one corner that had been--up until now--only red dressed people, and of course the pink and white uniforms of the Olms.

"Taylor--"

"You're family name, not your human name, please," She said, kissing a random person on the cheek here and brushing her fingers through another person's hair there. She really was like the village mother here, "We wish to bless you accordingly, and for that we'll need your family name."

I smiled sadly, "I'm not allowed to speak it except to my loved ones, those that I'd give my life for even without the binding of sharing my family name. Sirens are cursed, remember? Our family names hold the power to bind us to another's will, and only the father of my firstborn child can extend that binding power to others," I explain.