it was unheard of, for a half-blood to be taken into the palace and raised alongside poseidon and amphitrite themselves. slightly scandalous too, to triton at least. yet father's decisions were not to be questioned. and triton did not.

instead, he continued on with his duties, and if he just happened to be in place and time to see the child led into the palace, that was by sheer will of fates.

the boy, perseus jackson, seemed for a lack of better description utterly mortal. with fragile body and feeble voice and eyes wide with childish awe, gaping at fish and sharks and clusters of corals and basically everything he saw.

at seeing triton his eyes widened even more, puffy cheeks giving way to a smile. he exclaimed "mermaid!" and swam forth, or ran, it was hard to tell here always, not yet steady on his feet, but filled with excitement. and before triton knew it his tail was embraced by a toddler, rendering him speechless for a second or two.

"do not ever call me that bo-" triton didn't finish, his gaze fell on the child. on his black wild curls, his wide bright smile and his green-blue eyes, the color of the sea in the rising sun. in that instance he looked so much like his dear pallas, it made triton blink a few times. it was not his daughter, no. he would not have the pleasure of being embraced by her ever again. and this boy wasn't even that similar to her. and yet...similar enough that when a current rolled forth, threatening to push the child of his already fickle balance, triton caught him, not letting him fall. his voice growing just slightly softer. "do not"