Aquernia was beautiful- on the outside. Glittering and bright buildings anchored to the bottom of the ocean rose a mile into the water. It was a society with magic, advanced technology, and the folks of myth- Myrrh folk, farmers of an underwater myrrh plant- which gave them their name. They had everything. Farmers, miners, metal refiners, construction, scientists, an army- of course these were all women. All of the men were busy running the government. In this society the gender ratio had been suspiciously skewed. (And believe me, the scientists have been trying to fix it, to no avail.) Ten women were born for every one male- and for that reason there was no thing as relationship exclusivity between males and females. Females were slightly larger than males and they were very beautiful, but their long necks and tails made it impossible for them to leave the water. Men on the other hand were completely humanoid and had the organs and limbs to leave the water if they needed to, but they chose not to. There really was no point to leaving. Being born male- everything was handed to them and they were born into the lap of luxury. They probably even had lists of women lined up to make love to them in call. This was a free love society, where anyone could love anyone, and as many as they pleased, if not everyone- and polyamory was encouraged. For that reason none of the children knew who their fathers were- and only a few of them knew who their mothers were. As soon as a child was able to fend for themselves at toddlers- they were abandoned- but not in a traumatic way. The children were adopted by society- and raised and loved by all of the women in it equally. At the age of 16 the boys are taken away to run things, and women enter a trade school. The men are raised surrounded by women, so by the time they're 16 they already have a sense of being rare and special, and possibly even feel above women since women are so common. They are started off as governors, then get promoted to viceroys, then are promoted to senate, then if they're lucky they become elites. Kjell and his best friend were viceroys, they each ran districts, and were each applying for a promotion to senate. Kjell was tall, around 5'8" long, had black hair that bobbed gently around his head while he swam with wisps that fell about his shoulders. He had dark golden irises and lighter gold sclera, and gills on the sides of his neck. Webbed fingers and toes, of of course the legs that all of the women of his species so envied. He dressed formally, as was normal for a man of his status and age- of 20. He swam on his back and watched the mesmerizingly colorful ripples of the surface dance above him and distort the rays of sun that lit the water. He was thinking about that promotion. He wanted it more than anything, more than women, more than good food, more than friends, more than anything- but he didn't feel like his interview went very well, especially since he was notorious in Aquernia for not being very bright as compared to his other friend- who seemed to be on his way. He stopped moving his arms and he gently fell closer to the ocean floor to greet him. "Hey there. How do you think you did in the interview?" he asked him, still looking up to the surface. "I hope one of us get it, at least."