It's cold. I don't know how I got here. I'm lost in the middle of a forest, and I can't remember everything, but I do know one thing I need to survive.
I follow the trail of tears...I learned quickly that they be long to a hurt siren. When not in pain the sirens of these woods are dangerous... however when hurt they can be really easy to trick into giving what they have that you want.
After I find them I make sure to be prepared. I took out my broken headphones, and put them on.
"Hello miss" I say calmly.
She wipes toward me with a snarl.
"A little Girl!?"
"Yes. One that could help you."
She glares.
"What's the catch."
"Do you have fish milk?"
"Yes~"
"Five gallons"
"What! No!"
"1 gallon?"
"Ugh...fine here"
She puts it down on the floor, I gently go up to her and look at her infected injury.
"This might hurt" I gently applied some grief gel to soothe the pain, then wrap it with shmiss leaf. She looks at the threaded injury.
"Thank you" she blushes.
I nod then pick up the fish milk. I start to walk away.
"Wait!"
"Yes?"
"Don't leave me!"
As usual they become clingy. Sirens tend to grow way too attached to people who help them.
"I'm sorry. But I need to get going"
She glares and starts to thrash her tail. I brace as she tries using her siren song.
"Darling that isn't good to work"
Her face falls, Before she looks away. I nod at her.
"I wish you luck on your survival" I say as I walk away.
I continue to walk till I find a curved tree grave. Well not the safest for long term. Curve tree graves are one of the safest places to spend the night.
