After the ship descended, on a ship parking dock in the sky, just above a waterfall, the whole group exited. The moment her feet touched the ground, Sienna started her live stream.

Thousands poured in immediately, curious to see what scandal she would stir up this time.

"Welcome babies, to my livestream and today, we are on another adventure. Look at my view and guess where we are?" The drone camera rotated as she rotated, showing the viewers glimpses of her family.

Her mother was fussing over the crumbs in Ali’s hair, her brother lugging a big suitcase, as if they had come for a long term vacation, her grandfather and grandmother bickering over the best fishing spots.

Guards and servants flocked around them, carrying baskets of snacks and drinks. It was a grand family trip, laughter echoing against the roar of falling water.

The comments scrolled rapidly across her phone:

[Sienna is that the Blue Novak waterfall which looks like a painting?]

[I heard you have a new pan. Show us the pan!]

[Congratulations on hosting the best summit among the tribes so far. But next year, you will be dethroned.]

[Watch out for Prince Lolo.]

[Our cutest Ali has breadcrumbs so early this morning. Sign her up for the toddler eating contest in Skye city already.]

[Tickets into the Novak forest are ten thousand beast coins each. I sometimes forget how rich you are because because you livestream for us, poor people.]

[If you pick up an injured rich lord, he is mine.]

Sienna laughed, revealing her Original Si-pan. But she didn’t advertise it directly, She swung it against a tree trunk. The clang rang out, dramatic and satisfying. "See the grip on this pan? Even the forest is scared of it," she quipped. The viewers erupted in emojis and laughter.

Aunt Linera chuckled. She was sure those who were smart would figure out that Sienna was advertising her pan. And, her niece would be hitting things unnecessarily on this trip. Everything in the forest was in danger.

"Sis, I thought you said we were going to fry eggs on hot rocks directly. Why did you bring a frying pan?" Mira piped up.

Soren covered the girl’s mouth.

"Who wants to go swimming?" Uncle Jorik bellowed.

The children let out excited screams, the sound mingling with the laughter and shouts coming from other tourists at the falls. There were about fifty there altogether, splashing in the water or sitting at the edge of the man made fishing ponds.

"I am just putting this out there," Sienna said sternly, looking at the camera directly, "If any mers try to trick me into fishing them. Their tribal priests will be holding funerals for them tomorrow."

Laughing emojis filled the screen.

"We will consider him or her fish and scoop them from the sea." Uncle Christo declared.

The men organized rods and bait, while Sienna washed her pan in the water for no reason at all!

Then came the intrusion. A familiar hiss slithered through the guards. Mija, the white snake beast woman had followed them. She had not been invited, and she was not welcome, but her scales were gleaming brightly in the sun, as if she was the goddess of the forest. "Sienna, bestie!" she drawled. "How could you leave me home and come to have fun by yourselves? If I didn’t own a Linkin 300, it would have taken me hours to get here."

Sienna nearly dropped her pan. "You were not invited Mija."

[I knew drama was coming and I was waiting for it.]

[Is that Princess White Snake, or Mija, the triple threat influencer whose popularity is ranked highest on the BeastNet.]

[Hurry, smack her with the pan.]

[I senses a collaboration coming. Wilderness influencers are all the rage lately.]

Mija posed beside Sienna, flashing pictures of waterfalls, fishing spots, chattering about the history of the forest. She was acting like Sienna’s best friend and second skin, all wrapped in one sticky bundle.

The falcons, servants and guards exchanged exchanged looks of belief, while Suri whispered to Ali, "she is going to steal your mama."

Just like that, Ali abandoned swimming to climb into her mother’s arms. The little one growled threateningly if someone tried to pull her away.

"See what you have done now." Sienna said to Mija with a hiss of her own.

Mija snorted. "In my tribe, snakelings her age are thrown in our woods so that they learn to survive on their own." She scoffed at Ali. "I suggest we toss her in this forest for a couple of days and go have some fun in Cykress. DJ Bat is playing at the Fangs and Fangs festival."

Ali burst into a loud cry.

Mrs. Miller hit Mija on the butt with a pan.

And the audience: they were loving every second of the chaos. Laughing small beast head shaped emojis and gifts were filling the screen. Half of the viewers were cheering Mija’s antics and the other half wanted to see Sienna hitting her.

Sienna focused on comforting Ali. More viewers had poured into the livestream because of Mija, and this was not necessarily a bad thing. The trip was more than family fun after all. It was her alibi, carefully staged to scream her innocence in whatever fate was going to befall the falcons.

She finally managed to make Ali stop crying and carried her over to a fishing spot that grandpa Corven had reserved for them. The old man was teaching Eli how to fish. Because the boy was patient, he was proving to be a good student.

"If you fish a little mermaid wife, we are keeping her." She whispered to Eli.

The boy turned to her, growling. His nose was twitching. "Bad woman, don’t even think about it. My grandma will never agree to your schemes."

Sienna laughing. She ruffled his hair. "It’s a joke Sparky, lighten up."

Eli rolled his eyes and loudly recited the rules of a virtuous wife and mother in the beast world. For each rule, Sienna snorted and retorted. Mija pitched in, with an opinion. Ali unwrapped sugar cookies.

Grandpa Corven shook his head. The relationship between this mother and son was bizarre. It was a love-hate one.

It was another aspect of Sienna’s life that the audience loved.

Deliberately, he switched to the BeastNet, to watch Elias giving a speech at an environmental conservation conference in the capital. He wanted the noise to be loud enough for Sienna’s audience to hear.

But in the city, at the hotel where the falcon lord and his group were staying, chaos was unraveling. A random ship had crushed into the top floor because of a mechanical error. Flames devoured the walls. A rescue mission was underway.

The smoke was yet to clear, but the fire chief, who happened to be a merman, was certain that the Falcon lord and some of his elders were dead.