Luck really wasn’t on Melody’s side this day. She’d hoped that, with her semi apology would get her off the hook with the lady and her dragon, no less, but it seemed that was not going to happen any time soon. The woman did not seem pleased with her being there to begin with, and her dragon seemed even less amused by it as in the next few seconds, it nearly seemed to attack her. The roaring flame of fire that he’d breathed out into the air above them did certainly not go unnoticed either, and Melody only stumbled back the slightest. This was her death - she was sure of it - This was the moment where she would be punished for treading outside of her natural habitat, out of the water, for spending more time on land than in actual water with her own people. A million of these accusatory thoughts flashed through Melody’s mind before she saw the woman herself suddenly right in front of her, a knife dangerously close to her neck.
“Uh,” Melody brought out upon hearing her demand. The woman was intimidating, sure, but her thoughts and most of her attention span were with the dragon behind her. Although the thing had backed off immediately once the woman had stepped in between, Melody knew that with the wrong answer, the wrong movement, the dragon would probably attack her without question. “My name is Melody,” she continued, trying to keep her voice as steady as possible. “I’m the Princess of the Sirens.” Perhaps apologetic was the way to go, Melody figured, so she quickly continued, “I know this is not my natural habitat, but I assure you, I meant no harm. Not to anyone or your…,” she paused, eyeing the dragon behind her. “Your dragon.” Swallowing away the lump of fear in her throat, she stood up straight and looked the woman in the eye, making sure there was no hostility to be seen in her glance.
“I would appreciate it if you could remove the knife,” she continued simply, eyeing the woman’s grip on the knife in her hands. “Nothing can happen to you, anyway,” Melody continued, almost with a chuckle. “You have a dragon.” And that was definitely true. It didn’t matter if the worlds’ greatest army would’ve faced the woman - the fact of the matter was, she had a dragon. Within a matter of seconds, things could be on fire if she so desired. The woman definitely had the upper hand in this situation. “Would you be so kind to tell me your name?” Melody prompted, hoping that her way of speaking hadn’t offended her.
Ella took a few moments to let he words sink in. The woman standing before her showed no signs of wanting to fight or even defend herself against Ella’s blade. “A Siren?” she said in a light voice, which was a mixture of surprised, amused and awestruck. Ella had only heard legends of the half-fish people who lived in the sea, but had never been anywhere near the beaches, shores or coastlines of the realm. “Wait, hold on, what are you even doing here? How did you get here?” she asked, becoming a bit more defensive again. What on earth would a siren want with this place? She lowered her blade some but didn’t put it away completely. “A princess, you say? Where’s your guard? Have you brought anyone with you?” she asked, her voice filling with alarm as she shamelessly interrogated the woman. There was no room for any misunderstandings here.
Ella almost burst into a set of hysterical giggles when the Melody naturally assumed that she was invincible. Was she that naïve, or was she simply oblivious to the fact that the dragonborns had once been brutally slaughtered by a weaker, dragon-less race? “Yes, I do” she agreed airily, eyeing him slyly from the left. “Well, Arin’s a big softy, actually”. She lied in an attempt to smooth out the situation a bit. What the girl didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her (yet); and that was that Arin was one of the fiercest dragons out of the entire clan. To Ella’s kind, the dragons were always peaceful, harmless and respected, but even the Elders agreed that Arin was particularly brutal and occasionally out of line. Most people thought that the match between the thin, delicate, relatively young girl and one of the largest, meanest of his kind was a bizarre joke, but they quickly dropped the matter once the two had proven the strength and effect of their bond. She paused as if to hesitate, then said, “Ella. My name is Ella.”