Thalor tilted his head, his purple hair shimmering as it shifted over his broad shoulders.
"In the deep, we have no need for such barriers, Land-Mother. The tide covers all." How comfortable that must've been for you. "Is the land-air not meant to be felt?"
"The land-air is meant to be felt while wearing clothes in places that shouldn't be exhibited!" I exasperatedly threw my hands up.
Fenric stepped forward then, his feet crunching in the sand, and then stopped inches from Thalor, towering over the merman with the sheer bulk of a seasoned warrior.
They looked about the same height but Fenric was much more intimidating.
