Mixed ones are rare ones, no one says it, not out loud, and not exactly in a bad way, itâs only that not even the elders understand how a pair of human and mer could ever have progeny, a healthy one at that.
Many youngsters had their ideas, fueled by the fact that the sky people, like the hoomans, had faces that looked a lot like them, or maybe the other way around. Some crazy ones stated, at the beginning, that the sky people stole the faces of unfortunate mers and used them to pretend to take their side, such ideas were destroyed once a sky person gave birth in the floating caves where the sky people used to live, and all could witness in the strange hatchling, the traces of its little face, the proof was undeniable, and many mers couldn't resist the vision of such tiny being that looked at them from the other side of the water with itâs parents looming around.
âMaybe they come from a star sibling to our planetâ.
âAre the old tales true? Our planet was once bigger than it already is?â
âThe tales of the great catastrophe are tales, only hatchlings would believe those.â
âHow do you explain them? Their hands lack claws but still look like servos. Their eyes may be dull, but they work almost the same as our optics. Their legs are the only remarkable difference apart from those tendrils in their heads.â
Then, what others said, really took a whole roundabout when a mer gave birth to a shell-ess egg, nothing had been seen before, maybe in the form of a bigger size frame who didn't have the necessityto in u be their young, but the carrier was of small frame and the youngling came in a thin shell was after the time the carrier was expected to lay any egg, you could see an already formed hatchling that broke free soon after, the youngling was designated Hot Rod, and appart from his strange birth, he looked the same as any other mer, if anything he acted way too much like his sire, a human that lived in the floating caves and almost moved to the sand reef to be near the carrier of his offspring, showing that hoomans were really good mates and parents.
Obviously, the mateless youngsters were the first ones to peek over the water to look at the hoomans of science, their optics dreamy and servos itching to try and hold the feet of the hoomans, try and catch their attention once dancing wasn't enough as the hoomans only clapped their hands in amusement before going back to their work, only once a sky person actively followed a mer, and Powerglide became the target of envy from many, more so when his mate also gave life in the form of two fully formed âbabiisâ as she called them, they looked just like Powerglide, and their tails were normal.
It gave comfort to the elders. Powerglide was a flier, maybe he preferred to mend his own business, and some werenât exactly interested in him; it was a loss nonetheless. Chandler was a hunter, a great one at that. His bond to the human caretaker broke the spark of many chasing after his attention, and while Hot Rod was strange in how he acted and talked, there was no denying that he was healthy, growing fast, no mate to talk about as he always failed in the trials, and Optimus was even thinking of giving him the title of Prime in top of all, let him have his pod just because âHot Rod is the best example that the sky people, no, the humans are of great help for usâ.
But Hot Rod, no, Rodimus was way too different, while any other mer would be thrilled to have such an opportunity, Rodimus escaped from it, and some youngsters followed him, and no one seemed surprised when he, just like his carrier, felt for a sky person.
What surprised, was that his mate gave a full clutch of three eggs, their shells weren't perfect, the body of the carrier wasn't prepared for such an ordeal, but the hoomans gave him fertile eggs, three out of three, not even the most sought-after carrier had it easy.
Sky people were worryingly fertile.
More attention was attached, and more were intrigued, more by the fact of how it was possible, and most were curious in how it worked, because hoomans didn't have tails, so they didn't have slits, yet in three different occasions they mated and gave offspring, tiny and cute offspring just like that hooman babii.
And Rodimus, being the little slag that he was, didn't have the same reservations as a new sire should have, showing off his new sparks with pride, they were struggling from side to side, their round faceplate were new, all were tiny, more than most new sparks, they looked more hooman, they were chubby, healthy looking; Rodimus looked proud, he should be, and many of the unmated mers looked at his offspring with several questions that he answered like he was a great sage.
âHow did youâŚ?â, most trailed off, not knowing how to phrase it correctly, and Rodimus licked the head of his youngest with affection.
âDo they haveâŚ?â, one of the pups started to purr under the light, sleeping in the arms of his sire, many looked, wishing to take them and cuddle them.
Finally, one has the guts to ask, âhumans have arrays?!â, all of them closed their interest at the red and yellow mer, who finally stopped the grooming and looked directly at all the curious optics, he almost laughed in their faceplates, where did these morons think his babies came from? âHumans only have one of each,â Rodimus acted uninterested, his mind was flying back to sweet, delicate fingers and your warm embrace, âhumans with valves can be carriers and the ones with spikes can be sires.â
Rodimus and his big glossa only made it worse, and before the elders could do anything to stop it, or make them change their minds, as they all saw that in place of dancing and showing their scales, and yes, some of the humans understood, their paids hanging if they touched the local fauna, the elders knew that it wouldn't be enough, as more than one mateless individual had the guts to still go for it, especially with a Prime encouraging them, âhumans like strange thingsâ, Rodimus would say like a sage, âand they don't understand subtle, you must go all outâ.
Some captured the most strange-looking fishes, rocks, or plants to present to the sky people with white garments, making them fall near them with their trickery, the other hoomans noticed too, and both sides had to talk to limit the mingling, âno touchingâ the humans were warned, but Rodimus was quick to encourage once more âwho said they are the only ones to touch usâ.
It was a constant headache, especially when some could catch a young mer dragging down a human to smoother them in affection.
