Chéri nodded in agreement, but the light tension was palpable even to them. She clearly wasn’t happy with the answer and was starting to look suspicious. It was just their destiny. Chéri understood the word “please” and gave back the work, not wanting to spoil it any further and guessing she was talking about it, then took a step back, intending not to bother her.

They would have probably walked further had they not heard in the distance someone singing while strumming a few notes. It was by no means a well executed song and Chéri had absolutely heard better music, but domesticated sound had almost disappeared from their life after being such an important part of it for so long and Chéri had been born fishfolk, it was in their blood to feel the songs of the sea. Chéri closed their eyes while their feet started to find a rhythm on their own, following the music.