The song that reached the recluse sigma’s ears was so foreign, so melodic. He couldn’t help but answer the summons, as out of touch as he was with society and with normal interaction. He came upon a beautiful woman in the waters of the beach. An Aquatis, a Morpha . . . and something else too. He had never seen it before, but it must be a new bloodline. Rambaldi could practically feel his heart trying to reach out, to latch itself to the newcoming woman. But he had built these walls up. It would be extremely difficult to ever bring them down.
“My name is Rambaldi,” he said gruffly. The siren-looking female’s eyes . . . they were blue as the sky. The broken man’s warbler wings tightened as he kept his composure. “You’ve stumbled upon the shores of Ranjord, ruled by King Aegir and his wife Queen Marella. What be your purpose?” She was most likely joining. Everyone who came to Ranjord stayed in Ranjord, with the new exceptions of the royal children promised off.

“So tell me when you’re gonna let me in.”