Casia's feet tapped to music in her head as she looked at musty old dresses on a dusty old rack inside an antique store that was almost totally empty.

It was a sunny day, and in her bright blue mod dress and neat white boots, Casia brought some of the colour of the sky outside into the dim antique shop. She drifted between the shelves and let her fingers brush the vintage dresses, disturbing a few sleepy moths as she did so. The shop in question was run by a solitary old woman and wasn't in the best condition, but the siren liked it because it was out of the way and it was a good place to think, despite the fact that pirates occasionally infested it when it rained.

Right now she was thinking that she should probably get a job. The clothing here was groovy, and it was pretty cheap, but it added up. Jane gave her 500 gold in allowance every week, and that wasn't much, though she had petitioned for more. Babysitting or something. She liked kids. How hard could it be?

They were famous last words, but she wasn't going to say them aloud until she had to convince Jane that she could pull it off.