Azul tries to muffle his sobbing, hidden in his favorite pot. He hated it, being an octopus instead of a normal merperson. He was bullied for being slow and chubby, and because he could shoot ink which tended to make a mess.. Why couldn't he be normal?

A shadow passes over his pot, and Azul pauses. He knows those body forms, ones that were supposed to bring fear to the merpeople.

Sirens