Lyra and Coralia led them through the gleaming city. The Sea People continued to stare, but no one interfered. They arrived at the base of the largest structure, a palace of white coral that looked like a frozen tidal wave. Guards in polished shell armor stood at attention, tridents held straight. Their sharp eyes locked onto Nox and Dorran, but a nod from the sisters made them step aside.
Before entering, Lyra turned to them and held out two small, pearlescent objects shaped like seashells.
"Here. Put these on. They will translate for you."
Nox took one. It was cool and smooth, clearly designed to fit snugly in the ear. He placed it on, and Dorran, after a moment of hesitation, did the same.
"These are rare," Coralia explained. "Only a few of us can speak the surface tongue. We learned from ancient texts. This will be easier."
