"No that's not it at all!"
"Then tell him to enjoy himself here, and you get on. We're going to Milly's and I'm taking you. You don't have a say in it anymore."
"That's the North I remember." Naida laughed and walked over to Riden's car and told him her plans.
"Sounds good. Just have them take you back home and I'll pick you up there. Text me if anything happens and I'll be there in a flash." Riden gave her a thumbs up. Naida nodded with a smile and walked back to North, who gave her the helmet, and they both got on their chrome motorcycle.
"We're good," Naida confirmed and North nodded, starting up the bike and following Milly's car out of the parking lot with Mist, Ryla, and Bowen following them in Ryla's car.
They drove for about seven minutes until they got to Mist's house. It was a little smaller than Naida's, pained a happy yellow, and had a cute garden of marigolds around the front door. North followed her through the door and Naida was welcomed by the pleasant smell of Milly's cinnamon and sugar scented candles.
"Ah, this brings back memories! When was I last here, two months ago?" Naida asked ruefully and flopped down on Milly's incredibly comfy couch. Her body sank a few inches into it and she couldn't help but relax.
"Yeah, for my birthday." Milly nodded and sat in a chair across from the coffee table in front of the couch.
"It's good to be back. I truly wish I could stay longer. I'll have to come back again a little sooner than planned." Naida said wistfully and Bowen dawned a concerned look.
"Why don't you just stay longer? Who's stopping you?" He inquired, sitting between Naida and the armrest.
"Is it the dude who drove you here? Is he the reason you have to leave?" North demanded from her perch on the opposite armrest.
"What? N-no!" Naida burst out. "He's just my ride! It's my fault I can't come back. I-it's complicated." A stab of guilt went off in her heart and she looked to the floor.
Miracle whispered into North's ear. They nodded and pulled out their phone and began texting.
"So, while you were out at sea, what did you do?" Mist hummed and leaned against the wall.

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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...