Chapter 118: In the jungle
The jungle path sloped downward, soft earth squishing under their feet, the air thick with humidity and the distant screech of some tropical bird trying way too hard to be dramatic.
Allen adjusted the scroll under his arm, glancing sideways at Fina and Rinni as they strolled beside him—Rinni twirling a vine like it was a ribbon, and Fina humming with Luna still blorping contentedly on her shoulder.
"So," Allen said, squinting at the vines above. "Mermaids."
Fina’s ear twitched. "Mm?"
He looked between the two girls. "What do you know about ’em?"
Rinni blinked. "Like, fish girls?"
"Yeah," Allen said, waving the scroll. "We’re apparently heading straight to their territory. So I’m tryna figure out if they’re shy, aggressive, sexy, allergic to cum—whatever."
Fina shrugged. "Honestly? Not much."
"Wait, really?" Allen raised an eyebrow. "Y’all been in this world your whole lives and you don’t know about the underwater pussy crew?"
Rinni giggled. "We’re land folk, Allen. We don’t swim that deep."
Fina nodded. "The mermaids haven’t interacted with most beastkin tribes in decades. Maybe even a century."