Canary, sing (boyxboy)

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Did you know that all of humanity has seen only 1% of the entirety of the ocean, in all its thousands of years of survival? The human mind cannot even begin to imagine what that other 99% looks like. And we have no way of knowing what we've missed.

But Jord had an idea. He was sitting lazily, with his palms down, behind him, on the rough rock. His silver-black tail swished back and forth, restlessly. Jord was waiting rather impatiently for his sisters to finally speak. The female Merrows hung around him, suspended in the pale-violet water. Except for Quinto, who was next to him.

The twins, En and Anden, kept looking at each other with crinkled eyes, and knowing smirks. The black-haired beauties were enjoying this. You could tell in the way their electric-purple tails twitched, and their blue eyes glowed. As the two oldest of the six siblings, they enjoyed the privilege of bragging, very often.

But Drei, the second oldest after the twins, would have none of this. Especially now. Especially considering she had a bit of an inferiority-complex.

Drei slapped her aqua-green tail against the back of Anden and En's purple ones, as the twins almost spun outwards, surprised. They lost balance, and comically wind-milled their arms about, as they fell in a cloud of cotton-blue dust.

"Are you going to tell us, or not?", Drei asked in monotone, crossing her arms, as if she had not just pushed her eldest sisters into the sand they were currently eating.

You see, a Merrow's tail isn't just for swaying about for no good reason. Merrow tails were very powerful. One good tail-slap, coming from even a sixteen-year-old such as Drei, would be enough to knock a human out cold, for at least a good hour or two.

But the twins quickly recovered to poke their tongues out at their sister who was only a year younger than them.

Fire was still laughing uncontrollably, from the moment the twins had had their fall from smug grace. Her laugh carried through the water, in a way that human voices could not.

Merrows had a way of speaking that allowed them to hear each other, even in the water. It could be considered a kind of telepathy, but their mouths still moved and they definitely could not read minds.

Quinto, who was the second youngest of the siblings and only a year older than Jord, sat next to her only brother, with an amused smile on her face. She was sitting in a similar fashion, her tail making a mini-whirlpool of bubbles, as she stirred it in the water. Jord could feel the pull of it on his eel-black scales. They glistened like the skin of fat leeches, and Jord had to look away, disgusted. He tried not to look envious, as he openly stared at Quinto's pearl-white scales. Her moon-white hair flowed out like sea-foam, as she caught Jord's stare, with grey-blue eyes. Like a winter's murky sea. They were a lot like En's eyes.

Jord had to look away, as he thought of how different he looked from his sisters. He had dirt-brown hair and a tail as black as tar. A toxin. A pollutant that dirtied things.

Even Fire's absurdly bright-orange hair was much better than his own. Her long swath of hair followed her around like a fiery comet, when she darted her way around their father's kingdom. Fire's scales were a salmon pink, shining like an exotic species of fish, which she may quite well have been.

"Well, first off, Jord, you better stop making eyes at your sister or I'm going to accuse you of incest . . .",En began, completely ignoring a fuming Drei.

"Yes, we'll tell Grandma you're having self-esteem issues again", Anden added, as her black waves bounced. Her tone was a little more serious, as she didn't even bother to carry on En's light-hearted joke.