[Imagine this: Deep beneath the choppy waters of some generic ocean there is a kingdom that wasn't known to the people topside. Technology hasn't advanced enough to reach the depths that housed the grandeur that was Veriser, sister city to Antlantica just down the trench. If anyone asked, Veriser came first – it did not matter that the sea scrolls got misplaced proving the bold proclamation. The reigning mer-clan had been there since the very beginning and were known for their honesty (or so they said) and grace (again, self-proclaimed). Of course, their current King, a flamboyant merman with fair hair and skin named Francis, was probably the most passionate devotee to his family's legacy.
Tonight was the ball celebrating Veriser's founding and the engagement of his eldest daughter in a classic two for one that ensured that there was going to be a lot of kelp shots and sea glam. There had been elaborate set up for food, music, the guests and their seating, and of course a dance – because what ball wouldn't be complete with a very technical dance routine by the rest of his daughters (and a son but he was terribly shy). Having put the final touches into place, he notes that one thing is missing. Sen, his middle daughter, had been conveniently absent from rehearsal.
She'd always been a free spirit but this was not the time, and he finds himself at her door, knocking impatiently.]
Sen! Open this door at once!
[Who even knew if she was in there? The idea makes him want to use his head to bang on the door instead of his hand.]
Vietnam (it was weird not calling her Vietnam oh God)
Tonight was the ball celebrating Veriser's founding and the engagement of his eldest daughter in a classic two for one that ensured that there was going to be a lot of kelp shots and sea glam. There had been elaborate set up for food, music, the guests and their seating, and of course a dance – because what ball wouldn't be complete with a very technical dance routine by the rest of his daughters (and a son but he was terribly shy). Having put the final touches into place, he notes that one thing is missing. Sen, his middle daughter, had been conveniently absent from rehearsal.
She'd always been a free spirit but this was not the time, and he finds himself at her door, knocking impatiently.]
Sen! Open this door at once!
[Who even knew if she was in there? The idea makes him want to use his head to bang on the door instead of his hand.]