They watched as Lionfish brought the bundle of seaweed that was Mako over to them. Lionfish threw him over his shoulder with a triumphant smile as Mako tried to form words through the seaweed wrapped around his mouth.
"Do I get a hug now?" Lionfish smirked.
"Maybe you would've gotten one if you asked politely, but binding your brother up isn't a way to win my heart." Naida huffed.
"Ugh, come on! Mako was the one who first caught your attention, right? He must mean something to you other than the others. Well, I proved that I'm better than him, doesn't that deserve something? It's obvious that you like me the most, I'm used to girls playing hard to get." Lionfish put his arms out to the side, a self-absorbed smile on his face.
"Lionfish, I really don't like violence, this was the worst way to get my attention. And claiming you're my favorite, bad move, it makes me want to make you my least favorite." Naida frowned seriously.
"Wait, who's your least favorite?" Krait spoke up, Ray nodded in agreement.
Naida sighed. "It's not- I just- you guys are all on equal ground, I don't have a favorite or least favorite. But, it's not hard for me to change my mind. I don't even have a favorite in the first place! I just got here, remember! You guys may be devoted to me, but no offense, I can't say the same." She said, annoyed. "Lionfish, untie Mako, now. I'd like to go back home." He said bluntly and rubbed her throat a little. "And I think I might need another dose or whatever of magic soon." She added.
Ray nodded and swam a little ahead, leading the way, then paused and turned around. "Do you want the gifts now or later?" He asked, making sure she wasn't going to go downhill quickly.
Naida heard a faint grunt behind her and she turned around. "My hearings going dim, and my sights a little fuzzy." She stated and looked at where the sound had come from. A slightly fuzzy version of Lionfish was holding his nose while blood seeped out of it. Fuzzy Mako floated next to him, shaking out his hand and wiping off the remaining seaweed he had been untied from.
"I think it's best if we do it now before it's too late." Ray suggested.
"I agree." Shark piped up.

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The Ocean's Song (pt. 1) (Going through edits)
FantasyFor years, no, her whole life, Naida Muriel has been attracted to the sea. It's rhythmic tide, soothing waves, powerful potential, and the way it seemed to sing to her when she was alone. All of her friends claimed they heard no singing, whether the...