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Singers are warriors, voices both weapon and lure.
Yugi's grandmother is a Siren-Queen, her voice honed like blades. But, though Yugi can Sing, he hates fighting, preferring to make friends. As a Hunter, his occupation is providing for the Charm, not fighting.
By day he hunts and gathers food (fish, seaweed, crustaceans, shellfish, the occasional unwary seabird); with nightfall, he plays (on shell rattles, horns, pipes Grandfather carves from whalebone) tunes for others to dance to, leaping and twisting like wild Spinners.
In moonlight, he hides among the corals guarding the atoll, and pipes a sweet song of longing across the waves.
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By the edges of memory- this one soft, another sharp- Sirens measure time. Sister Moon and Brother Sun are muted by the ocean's veil, and the Misplace warps and twists the currents of Space-Time to suit itself. (Living within these bubbles, Seers remember the future and shape the past with stories; there is a reason even Elders bow to the wisdom of Misplaced Seers.) Lost to daydreams of his past-that-will-be, Yugi haunts the edges of the island, this Nowhere that is both There and Here, and Now and Then and Yet-to-Be. When he surfaces, the air hangs smoke-slow and heavy, perfumed by burning driftwood. Yugi watches the human as he marks out arcane spells in shell and dark stone on the white sand, and diligently tends his ritual fires. The man's skin is burnished by the caress of the sun; his hair rivals the sunset (fiery red and gold like Hetis Who Lights the Day as He swims into the dark waters of the night), and Yugi finds a new game in predicting the curve of his smile.