Daphne

𝐃𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐧𝐞, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧



𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦
𝘐'𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘦
𝘐𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦
𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦



When Vistrale was stuck in his tower, he would often look out over the Waters of Nun to occupy his eyes while he was deep in thought. Very far off in the distance, nearly on the horizon, laid a cove of sirens. He could barely see the sirens and was hardly sure of what he was looking at. The sirens, however, could see him perfectly and would often tease him with their songs. Their heavenly voices frustrated Vistrale, as he desperately wanted to get closer to hear them more clearly. Little did he know that being magically trapped in his tower was saving his life, as the sirens sought to kill him with their song.

Shadriel's daring rescue of Vistrale was, of course, witnessed by the entire cove of sirens. One, by the name of Daphne, was particularly touched by their relationship and devotion to one another. She abandoned her cove and joined the Empyrean Pride. These days, Daphne relaxes in the shallow pools of water in the Empyrean Pride's territory. She still sings her siren songs to her pride mates, but without the intention of harming them.