Chapter 4
“Welcome, Sister, and to your family.” An ochre-skinned woman with the avian traits of an ibis greeted the caravan as it arrived on the island’s shore. The siren was more bird than woman, long in neck and slender in body, with silken red feathers sprouting from head to clawed toe. Two other sirens stood behind her, one with the graceful curves and ivory-white down of a swan, and a darker-skinned female with the blade-sharp sleekness and steel-blue plumage of a heron.
Acacia greeted her siren sisters with a bow of the head and a smile. The first siren turned to David. “You are new to us. What is your name?”
The young man was too distracted to answer. His surroundings were beyond his imagination, full of color and light and all the creatures he had learned about in his tomes
