Three weeks later.
Everything was going smoothly, Roxy had started her teachings and the mermaids were surprisingly very fast, even faster than the wolves and dragons she had taught before.
That was how the "Twin Tides" were created.
Located in the bustling heart of the Artisan District, was a restaurant. The walls were lined with polished mother-of-pearl. Tables made of smooth, flat coral were arranged in neat rows. Bioluminescent lanterns, cultivated from deep-sea jellies, cast a warm, inviting glow over the diners.
But the real attraction was the smell.
The rich, savory aroma of the Cajun spice mix wafted through the water, drawing merfolk from the Lower Trenches and the High Spires alike.
Roxy floated near the entrance, watching the chaos with a proud smile.
She did this, kind of smile.
Lynx, a stout mermaid with a mottled brown tail and a passion for heat, swam over. She bowed low, her hands dusted with red spice.
