He was a tall lanky man with hair that reminded Caspian of seaweed, but he’d recognize that gaze anywhere. His mermaid name wasn’t akin to the soft melodic type that Caspian’s tribe preferred to use, but rather a screeching sound that reminded him of nails being dragged across a chalkboard.
The green-eyed mermaid gave Caspian a devilish grin that made his magic pulse in warning. He should have known they would be behind all this. They were one of the major tribes that lived in the Atlantic Ocean. There has always been a clear divide between the mermaids from each section of ocean. Caspian himself was from the Pacific, a much nicer dwelling in his opinion.
The three oceans were the one thing he thought the mermaids may have told the humans about back when the two races still lived in harm
