Neuvillette was lost. He hated how upset he was, as much as the moody rain that mirrored his expressions. The merman swore that he didn't get lost in thoughts and followed little otters to an unfamiliar land.

Now his only guide was a mere human that claimed to know the place well enough to guide him back home.

"Are you sure, little one? I doubt you knew about the sea more than me."

Neuvillette raised an eyebrow, his glistening fishlike tail swiftly followed ocean's wave to watch over you.