Images Of Siren Head の小説・ストーリー

Sirens were the only ones with the power to compel. "Yes. The stream is connected to a river. Maybe she was just a young siren wanting to explore." Luciana nodded. "I want to use the library." Raziel shook his head. Knowing how curious she could be, he didn't bother to talk her out of it, not like he had any reason to. "Fine." Luciana's study showed her what she already knew of the sirens. They had brightly colored hairs, they have the power to manipulate, they are very seductive in nature and some other things.

I’ll let Goddess Nature decide for me one day. During my bitter thoughts, movement ripples through the waters and I drop my held little-so-basic-magic, causing more sloshing movement. Beads of water splash over my face, and I squint into the sun before the green-skinned siren pops her head into view. Her strands of mossy emerald hair act as a curtain around me, bringing the sharp angles of her face into view. Her black eyes blink at me, my reflection daunting and dirty in the shine of her gaze.