<span style="color: #000000">Mnevo</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"Ouch," yelped the young merchild. It was Renzi and he quickly gotten up; greeting him he lightly smiling.<br/><br/>Caspian flicked his black fin tail agitatedly; he heard the boyâ€™s tail patterns and automatically knew it was him. When Renzi spoke it only confirmed it. Caspian tucked a strand of white hair away with his porcelain colored finger and, even though he wore a blindfold, he saw the small boy fairly well. The chains rattled as he moved closer the him and Caspian reached out for Renzi, grabbing his chin with a slit tug he told Renzi quietly, â€œYou should watch where it is you are going. You may end up hurting yourself.â€ <br/><br/>Caspian face was expressionless and he quickly let go. Then he picked up the boys cleaning supplies and handed them to him. â€œTonight, after our chores and supper, we will train. So continue with what you were doing, I shall accompany you.â€ His tail swished lightly and the chains made a small noise, his red kimono showing a bit of the blood red butterfly birthmarks he had on his tail fin and the red strip on the sides.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">Osh</span><span style="color: #FF0000">mere</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">Zale gave a jaw cracking yawn. He was stretched out on a moss covered bedding he made in the garden. Rolling the red pearl on his hand he sighed greatly. Zale had to get up from his wonderful nap and would begin the cooking needed for the king. Messing with his blue earring he hid the pearl in a basket made of kelp.<br/><br/>â€œWhy do I have to do all the damn work around here?â€ He huffed and folded his arms, then relaxed again. He was the best cook in the kingdom. His food made even octopusâ€™s mouth water. Working with the king was a nice touch up for his old life in the lower regions. Reluctantly he got up; gently touching the coral and White Sea flowers he had grown with love. If it wasnâ€™t for him, the garden would have probably died. <br/><br/>Making his way to his kitchen, his save haven, he watched as his a couple of maids rushed in and out. I wonder if something is happening. He tied on an apron and looked at the other few chefs that worked under him and sighed. Getting to work he would make his best, secret recipe, Clam de a-lu.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #BF40FF">Alimaria</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8080">Aurora struggled to keep up as Meria swam with those blasted fish. They always got them in trouble. When she finally caught up to Meria she was in awe of her surroundings. Then she was struck with this sudden feeling like they shouldn't be there.<br/><br/>"Aurora, where are we?" She whispered as the school of multicolored fish seemed to scatter as if they themselves were scared.<br/><br/>She stopped next to her master; her pearl pink ruffled tail fin waving elegantly in the water, pale hair flowing gracefully. â€œI, Iâ€™m not sure. But I do not think we should be here Princess Meriaâ€ She turned to the princess then and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder and said softly, â€œPerhaps the king is waiting for us. Your father might be worried if we are gone without notice for too long.â€</span>