"Then the answer is no." Adelle's mother hadn't taught her a thing beyond the basic need to keep herself hidden, which she wasn't doing all that well, seeing the situation she'd found herself in. But why would Kiara be interested in what her mother had taught her? If anything, her mother would have laughed, asked for details, and had a book out in three months about siren girls and all of the trouble that they got into. The little brunette was actually pretty surprised that the series of books based on her escapades hadn't spiraled into siren fiction yet. Adelle's temper was almost non-existent, no matter how childishly mad she got, which she had inherited from the mother that had taught her nothing. They were more friends than anything.
Adelle almost pulled away when Kiara's hand came closer, but who knew what this crazy redhead would do. It was the only one she had, and even though it wasn't that noticeable, it still bothered her, and it made her mad that she was so on the fence about whether to embrace the fate of her race or not. On her otherwise gorgeous face, she had a freaking wrinkle, and people kept pointing it out or like, Adelle herself kept doing it, and there was no way to reverse it. Her beautiful body was completely hideously scarred for life, and no girl wanted that.
"Yeah, it's been awhile. And by awhile I mean like a week or two." The tiny brunette began to pick at her nails nervously. Her cuticles were in serious need of some touching up. Ugh, she might as well get a mani and a pedi while she was at it too. "Peelers? Wait, what? What are you talking about? Are you... Uh... Three hundred and seven!"