I don't see anything wrong with believing in them, myself. But of course, we have them where I'm from, so I suppose it's a matter of worlds, really.

He told me she was very beautiful, yes. And shy...or, well, reserved would be a better word for it, I suppose. She was sunning herself on a rock when he met her, and he brought her a bouquet of flowers. And then in exchange for the gift, she sang a song that summoned a seahorse, which took my father for an audience with the lord of the sea.