Léan sighed, then played with his fingers. "...Perhaps, I should sing for her? The best method of desensitization, I know, is direct contact...and getting used to it that way. The effects of true hypnotism are not easy to break."

"How is that any different than her hearing us praciticing?" Glory asked. There didn't seem to be any real difference, at least to her.

"That is different. Even knowing what the sound is...if she is alone when she first hears it, at near-full volume, it will have a crippling impact, I'm sure. She should have someone with her, a merperson or someone who is already desensitized. Do you recall the effect it first had on you? What if you had been alone when you'd first heard it, and weren't sure what it was?" Léan reasoned.

"I wasn't sure what it was when I first heard it," Glory reminded him. "And I was up to my chest in water, which was probably bad."

Léan still seemed to be wary. He didn't say anything more on the subject, but he had a distinctly uncomfortable look on his face, and wasn't moving a muscle.

"I don't want this to be a waste of time," Glory said as she cuddled into his side. "I don't know of anywhere else we could go where we'd be far enough away from other people."

Léan slowly laid his head on her, eyes fixed on a point in the distance. "I would feel much more comfortable if she were in here, at least until she seems fully desensitized to the Song."

"Alright," Glory said, getting up again. It didn't take her long to come back with Nana, who sat down in Glory's desk chair with a book.

Léan was sure that Glory's Nana wouldn't be able to focus on that book, not for a few minutes, at least. Even with the knowledge of what the Song was, it took a while to get used to. The young and old were most affected by it.

Once everyone was settled, Léan first explained how the Song worked to Glory, and attempted to explain just how to bring it forth, from the vocal chords. He then gave a demonstration, allowing the Song to pass through his lips at a medium volume.

Glory kept an eye on Nana to see how she would react. When it didn't seem like she would try to get up from her seat, Glory relaxed a little bit and thought about the explaination she was given.

Léan waited expectantly, tail flicking back and forth slowly. He would try to help her if she didn't get it right the first time, but most of the time, she would just need to figure it out on her own.

Glory hesitated for a moment. Finally, she gave it a try, staying soft and quiet. It took her a moment to realize that the high, clear sound was coming from her.

Léan smiled, closing his eyes to listen to her. She seemed to be getting the hang of it, though she was a tad shaky. She would get used to it, though. He was sure of it.

Glory stopped after a moment or two. Part of her was still glad that she was still technically a soprano, since that's what she'd been when she was in the school choir for a while. She liked higher notes, they were easier for her, so she was glad she could still do it.

"A bit shaky, but probably due to the fact that it was your first time trying it," Léan mused. He turned his attention to her Nana, concerned. "That noise, I'm sure it makes you feel somewhat distracted and lightheaded. Should you ever hear it at any other time, continuously remind yourself to stay away from the water."

Nana shook herself out of her daze.

"Yes, Glory said something about that, I believe..." she said. Glory blushed slightly. She wasn't used to being the center of attention.

Léan nodded, then gently rested his head on Glory's shoulder, smiling at her. "You should practice more, though you should try to do it when everyone else is awake and not sleeping...it can wake people up, especially humans.

"I can work on it in the car on my way to school if I need to," Glory replied, cuddling with him. She saw Nana get up and leave the room again, but didn't stop her. "It's early enough that hardly anyone is out and I can turn up the radio so it blocks me out."

Léan's spirits visibly dampened at the mention of school, and he tried his best not to show it. It was another reason he needed to find Lleu and have a talk with him. He thought for a while, and then came up with a viable excuse. "...My mother, she isn't sick like my father said she was right before she was taken, right?" he said, suddenly. "Which means...she must have been cured, in captivity. We should take her to see Lleu and Morty, and see if we can't help him..."

"I know you don't like me going to school," Glory said, giving him a kiss. "But if I don't, they're going to make me repeat the year. As it stands, I might have to anyways if I can't get caught up in time to graduate." She snuggled closer to him. "And that thought crossed my mind, too. It's a good idea."

The thought of her having to go for another whole year forced Léan to bite back any sharp-tongued response he may have been cooking up. "Should we go now...? We would have to find my parents, but...I'm worried about Morty's condition. I hope we aren't too late."

"We can go now, if you like," Glory said. "I'm worried about him, too. If we can still help, then I want to."

Léan shifted, then lifted his head up to sniff the air. It was harder to smell through air than water, and he could just barely make out his father's scent--he wasn't used to his mother's in the least, so he couldn't detect her--in the coral reef nearby. "I believe they're near our reef. We only need my mother, but bringing my father along would be a good idea...we would be able to keep an eye on him."

"Seems like as good an idea as any," Glory said, getting up. "I've noticed how we've somehow claimed both the beach and the reef as ours, now."

"It's our territory--why wouldn't we?" Once again, an odd sort of lingo for humans to grasp. Merpeople didn't have set homes--instead, they had territory lines, much like wolves and other pack animals did. The established line warned strangers to stay out. Léan shifted a bit, so he would be easier to scoop up.