Instant jealousy rent the clown from the aquatic congo line, as Adrevz embraced the tentacled abomination. An adder’s tongue soon flowered behind the pearly gates of her clenched maw, ready to bloom a green-eyed monster from a yellow rosebud in hopes of smothering this new Desdemona. Envy graced the geisha’s mind as the merfolk druid inquired of her mentor’s happenings. [i]Why? For attention?[/i] Should she don another coat of many colors, gifted by the very crown she inherited, only to be sold again into slavery by her newly adopted brethren? [i]No.[/i] Her insane covetousness breached the ranks of Medea, Kitelys, and Dieanira, dripping with murderous hemlock. Though, the constant shenanigans likely was the rationale behind Nemiea’s departure. To which, the fool was concomitantly forlorn.

Her façade’s mask kept such an emotional pandemonium from poisoning the surrounding waters. No ripples creased her still face.

If only there existed a proverbial cliff, the prankster could launch her body from. Away from this troupe of satyrs. Yet, she needed them, and, oddly, specifically him. The Beholder always remained peculiarly a paradoxical object of desire and source of disdain. The many eyed pirate thwarted many progressions of her chaotic machinations, but righteously so. The expected and exceptional opposition provoked the jester, in turn, to be bolder and even more extravagant. Just to be noticed. Over and over.

[i]And now there were two of ‘em. Hooray![/i]

The silvery buffoon reeled closer to the duo, as her eyes twinkled in the deep ocean.

[color=ed1c24]“Name’s Koan. Please to meet ya. Do tag along. It will be a blast! I guarantee it.”[/color]