"So, let me get this straight," Roxy said, using a piece of coral to draw lines in the soft sand of the cave floor. "The strongest merman has to use their voice and strength to rule?"
Caspian sat on a rock ledge nearby, his long, pearlescent tail draped elegantly over the side. He looked amused by her scribbles.
"It is not merely 'singing,' Sea Witch," Caspian corrected, his voice resonating with that strange, multi-layered echo. "The Deep Singers weave the currents. The one with the strongest song commands the tides. If your song is weak, the ocean ignores you."
"Sounds like a talent show," Roxy muttered, sketching a crude stick figure with a tail. "On the surface, the stories are different. The humans say Merpeople are cold-blooded killers. They say you have rows of teeth like sharks and you drag sailors down to eat their livers."
More like on earth, and inside movies. If this were living deep within the sea, no one would blindly explore.
