[center][h1]Liandrich[/h1][/center]
[@Silen Syanka]
Liandrich sheeted his sword. He would have no use for it now. In fact, he was convinced that this girl wouldn't and couldn't hurt a fly. The prince could see the irony in that. Him, a bred warrior and heir of the great Varren dynasty, encountering a mermaid girl who was the exact opposite of him. Kind, caring and gentle. For a second what might pass for a smile appeared on his face, breaking his icy mask for a second. But he composed himself quickly and looked at her with his serious face again. "And helping people? Doesn't that make you happy?" He asked. It was something he'd promise himself when he'd take over from his father. A good king should help his people. Though he was never told exactly how. So he just assumed that fighting for his people might be the easiest option. Though not necessarily the right one.

Thalassa's talking about helping animals made him remember that he too cared for different species. He remembered when he was young, when he played with the hunting hounds. They were big animals. At first he was frightened of them. But soon he learned that they were just giant loving balls of fur and licks. He had almost forgotten how much he loved them. But then again, love became a useless emotion back then.