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The envelope arrives on her doorstep through registered mail as April is on her way out and she signs for the thick envelope with a frown. She can't imagine who would be mailing anything to her, not when she's kept herself so distanced from nearly everyone she has ever met. Her name is on the front, however, and her address in Siren Cove is neatly printed on a white sticker, though under that she can see there are at least three other stickers. Her guess is that each sticker has a previous address written on it and she has to wonder who has been keeping such close tabs on her that they've been able to track her through her last three locations.
She's wanted on charges in at least two states and she makes herself difficult to find for that reason alone. The charges are minor, she doubts she'll ever be interesting enough for any police to follow her across state lines or really pursue her, but she's still done her best to make sure she stays out of jail for that little bit of money she's convinced people to give her. It's not stealing, she thinks, if the person in question wants her to have the cash.
But if the police haven't bothered to find her, she's not sure who has and it isn't until she reaches the boardwalk that she opens the envelope. The return address is a law office in Canada and she wonders if it has something to do with the foster homes as she slips her nail under the flap and opens it.
The contents don't make sense at first. Several legal documents mention Melanie Ross, a name she doesn't recognize, and there's a copy of the woman's will folded carefully around a letter. Whoever she is, she's clearly dead, and April imagines she must be some distant relative, someone she's never even heard of until she opens the letter and sees her name written across the top in a slanting, delicate scrawl.
The letter is from her mother.
Her dead mother.
April scans the will quickly, catches sight of her name, and she feels her stomach turn. There's nothing in the world she wants from this woman with her addictions and her inability to care for her children. The letter makes no mention of the sister April knows she has, the woman somewhere out there in the world who is only a year older than she is, the only decent memory she has of the very brief time she spent in her mother's care. There are other names, though. The names of other women, other places her father had visited.
It reads like some kind of tell-all and the more April reads, the more disgusted she feels until she reaches a familiar name and she feels like her heart stops in her chest. Flynn. Another woman in the long line of women her father had been with, another woman her own mother had apparently kept track of and April shakes her head, torn between fascination at this revelation and disgust at her mother's obsession with the things her philandering father had done.
If this is true, it means part of the family she's told herself she's not looking for is right here in Siren Cove.
April stands up abruptly from the bench and walks down the beach until she's at the guest house on Corrine's property. She doesn't know what she's doing, if she wants to see Corrine or Les and she stands there on the beach for a moment, indecisive in a way she usually isn't. Then she turns abruptly, yanking her sundress over her head as she walks straight into the ocean. She needs to swim. She needs to really be herself for a little while.
[The swimming part is mostly for Les to catch April in her siren form, so everyone else can catch her on the boardwalk with the envelope she doesn't know what to make of. :D]
She's wanted on charges in at least two states and she makes herself difficult to find for that reason alone. The charges are minor, she doubts she'll ever be interesting enough for any police to follow her across state lines or really pursue her, but she's still done her best to make sure she stays out of jail for that little bit of money she's convinced people to give her. It's not stealing, she thinks, if the person in question wants her to have the cash.
But if the police haven't bothered to find her, she's not sure who has and it isn't until she reaches the boardwalk that she opens the envelope. The return address is a law office in Canada and she wonders if it has something to do with the foster homes as she slips her nail under the flap and opens it.
The contents don't make sense at first. Several legal documents mention Melanie Ross, a name she doesn't recognize, and there's a copy of the woman's will folded carefully around a letter. Whoever she is, she's clearly dead, and April imagines she must be some distant relative, someone she's never even heard of until she opens the letter and sees her name written across the top in a slanting, delicate scrawl.
The letter is from her mother.
Her dead mother.
April scans the will quickly, catches sight of her name, and she feels her stomach turn. There's nothing in the world she wants from this woman with her addictions and her inability to care for her children. The letter makes no mention of the sister April knows she has, the woman somewhere out there in the world who is only a year older than she is, the only decent memory she has of the very brief time she spent in her mother's care. There are other names, though. The names of other women, other places her father had visited.
It reads like some kind of tell-all and the more April reads, the more disgusted she feels until she reaches a familiar name and she feels like her heart stops in her chest. Flynn. Another woman in the long line of women her father had been with, another woman her own mother had apparently kept track of and April shakes her head, torn between fascination at this revelation and disgust at her mother's obsession with the things her philandering father had done.
If this is true, it means part of the family she's told herself she's not looking for is right here in Siren Cove.
April stands up abruptly from the bench and walks down the beach until she's at the guest house on Corrine's property. She doesn't know what she's doing, if she wants to see Corrine or Les and she stands there on the beach for a moment, indecisive in a way she usually isn't. Then she turns abruptly, yanking her sundress over her head as she walks straight into the ocean. She needs to swim. She needs to really be herself for a little while.
[The swimming part is mostly for Les to catch April in her siren form, so everyone else can catch her on the boardwalk with the envelope she doesn't know what to make of. :D]
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She feels the other siren in the water before she sees them. There's movement off to her left as a dark shape zips through the water. Lara hovers in the deep water, eyes glowing gold white, teeth and scales sharp, talons winnowing the water as she watched the other siren swim. She hums a note that carries through the water. It's just a general sound to make sure the other siren doesn't get a fright if they come upon a fully shifted matriarch.
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Since meeting her at the music festival, April hasn't made any attempt to contact her, still uncertain of how she feels about following rules, but she's kept herself in line, too. So now she swims closer, her head cocked curiously, her hair streaming out behind her and for the first time, she doesn't worry about what someone might think of her black eyes and sharpened teeth. She hasn't spent much time around other sirens, but there in the water, barely an arm's length from Lara, she's suddenly realizing such a thing might not be so bad.
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Lara is surprised when she recognises Aprils power. She swims over to the woman and does a slow circle around her, admiring her form. Lara's form was very different in water. On land her scales harden to armour, raised and sharp. In the water they grow thick and smooth, still with the sharp edges but flattened for speed. Phosphorescent patches flowed in lines down either side of her thick tail, along her spiked fins and along the tentacles that replace her hair in long tails down her back. She was built for the deep murky oceans off the Irish coast so she stood out starkly in the clearer water here. The light from her eyes caught Aprils features and she smiled. She's never seen a siren look the way April does and it's really quite beautiful, all dark lines, sleek and elegant.
Brushing her power along Aprils, Lara encouraged the woman to follow her to shallower waters.
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She reaches up, pushing some of her wet hair back from her face before she lets herself relax a little. It feels like she's always on guard, but right now, she doesn't have the energy. Not with the things she's learned.
"My father is Corrine Flynn's father," she says simply, because she knows what that means about Corrine and she knows Lara will know what it means, too.
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Lara would say she was surprised to hear that but considering Corry's father she found she couldn't be. "I see the news hasn't exactly gone over well." Lara said, drily. She lifted her chin. "How do you feel about suddenly having a half sister?"
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It's the idea of family that grates on her a little.
"It's strange," she settles on saying. "I've been without a family for a very long time."
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Lara nods. "If it helps I think Corry will probably feel the same way." She watches April for a minute and wonders what she's thinking. She and April haven't seen eachother since they met but April is a siren and Lara can't leave a siren in distress without attempting to help.
"How did you find out?" Lara asked, laying a tendril of her power over April's to offer comfort for what was obviously a sore subject.
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Lara couldn't help but to push a little more comfort through to the younger woman.
"That must be confusing as hell." She said quietly. "And now you want to look into him?"
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She pauses, then, and says, "But siblings... they had no say in this."