The vista laid out before you was nothing short of magnificent. The auditory symphony enveloped you, each sound resonating through your being, a cacophony of nature's song.

Caspian, his pristine white scales contrasting against the golden sand, continued his discourse, his serpentine form undulating rhythmically as he expounded upon a topic that clearly rankled him. With a resigned sigh, he lowered his head onto the muddy shoreline, the unstable terrain barely supporting his weight, allowing the water to caress his majestic fin with each sweeping wave.

"I sense your attention waning," he chided playfully, his sinuous movements akin to a serpent's as he attempted to draw nearer to you, heedless of the peril posed by straying from the safety of the water. As the abrasive grains of sand grated against his surprisingly delicate fishlike features, irritation flickered across his scales, eliciting a wince, yet he persisted in his endeavor.

Observing your palpable concern, he offered a smirk, shaking his head in a futile attempt to dismiss your worries, which seemed to persist without end.

He reveled in it.

"I speak in earnest," he declared, tilting his head as another wave crashed upon the shore, providing him momentary respite as it washed over his sand-laden skin. Though the oxygen, while tolerable, was hardly conducive to comfort, the water offered fleeting relief.

"Are you listening?" he inquired once more, his tone shifting to one of playful reproach as he lifted his tail into the air, playfully slamming it against the sand with a resounding splash, delighting in the startled exclamation that escaped you.

Yet, beneath his jesting facade, it was evident that the merman remained cautious of land. Slowly, he began to wriggle his way back into the embrace of the water, albeit at a languid pace.

"If you’d rather, I can leave," he teased once more, though his words belied a deeper truth—his lungs already protested the abundance of oxygen, his once-pristine scales now marred by scratches and sand-filled crevices.