Claire was sitting on the floor of the living room, her hair was falling forward in a mess.
She was dressed in a satin robe that had its sleeves slipping down her shoulders but the woman did not bother to adjust it.
But what caught Elvina's attention were a few pearls on the floor. P-P-Pink pearls?
Elvina almost dropped Gold to the floor.
Realizing her unstable condition, Gold jumped off her arms warily as he approached the couch and climbed atop it before sitting there elegantly.
But Elvina was too dazed to pay attention to Gold.
Pink pearls.
She glanced at the pink pearl bracelet on her hand.
A siren's tears has the value of precious elixirs.
They were not like those kind and curious mermaids who looked forward to falling in love. Creatures like them lured the sailors to their death with their voices, they represented death and destruction. They were cursed.
And unlike mermaids, their tears don't turn into pearls.
