It wouldn’t be the first time Myca’s seen a ghost. He makes – made – a lot of them. They lingered around his rocks, clinging to them as if they were still afraid to drown after they already had. The siren’s only companions.

In the sea, Myca was something of a predator, too. There were bigger and badder things than a lone siren, but he wasn’t some docile little creature. However, being above the water dulled his senses. In his natural habitat, he might’ve smelled that this stranger figure was something other than human. He might’ve sensed death and danger around him. These things moved so differently through air.

Whoever – whatever – he was, he wasn’t attacking. Indeed, he shrunk back before peeking out again, piquing Myca’s curiosity even more. Holding his hands up in a very human gesture to signal he meant no harm, he drew closer still to the rock behind which the other hid.