Skye Storm | Siren | 18
"You're not dreaming. What is it with you people? Saying I'm not real, and you, saying I'm a mermaid!" I slapped a rock angrily, restraining myself from hitting something, or someone, else. I pointed at Sam. "If you want to know about this island, and what lives here, meet me in the lagoon about a mile down the beach that way." I pointed for him. "I'll be there at dusk, but I won't wait forever." I turned to the mermaid. "You can do whatever you want I suppose..." I sighed. "But
please for the love of kelp, learn the difference between met people and sirens!" She looked younger, so I suppose I couldn't blame her for it.