Nysadeia
Strange as it may seem
horror loses its power to frighten
horror loses its power to frighten
Any other position? Tentacles drifting upon the current, the young mermaid considered.
"I mean... probably? I'll have to, won't I, because I need work or my parents will kick me out," she replied, the precious so chipper voice gone flat and disinterested. "Doesn't have to be the palace anymore though, the historians were the only ones I felt any which way about."
It was quite remarkable how her demeanor changed as soon as there wasn't anything in it for her anymore. Mouth breathers held mer for fickle and mercurial beings, and Nysadeia embodied that nature to a very high degree.
She actually did attempt to summon some kind of enthusiasm. Entirely visual, as if trying to drag the high spirited crimson back up through the tentacles; alas, only the tips colored before fading back to the gray of obscurity, as she cocked a brow at the King. "Why? You got any suggestions?" She didn't really want to hear them, but then she didn't want to work either, or leave her comfy room with all her pretty things.
Out of all the evils surrounding her right now, she was willing to at least listen to the ones that helped her save face. Looking good would always be a top priority.
"I mean... probably? I'll have to, won't I, because I need work or my parents will kick me out," she replied, the precious so chipper voice gone flat and disinterested. "Doesn't have to be the palace anymore though, the historians were the only ones I felt any which way about."
It was quite remarkable how her demeanor changed as soon as there wasn't anything in it for her anymore. Mouth breathers held mer for fickle and mercurial beings, and Nysadeia embodied that nature to a very high degree.
She actually did attempt to summon some kind of enthusiasm. Entirely visual, as if trying to drag the high spirited crimson back up through the tentacles; alas, only the tips colored before fading back to the gray of obscurity, as she cocked a brow at the King. "Why? You got any suggestions?" She didn't really want to hear them, but then she didn't want to work either, or leave her comfy room with all her pretty things.
Out of all the evils surrounding her right now, she was willing to at least listen to the ones that helped her save face. Looking good would always be a top priority.
when repeated too often
