Ariel could appreciate many things about humans. Even before this whole mess, they had fascinated her, she had found odd things within the sea from time to time, all made by human hands... She couldn't say that they were all wonderful per say, she had seen the trash and the things that so regularly killed her father's subjects, being eight didn't really make her blind to the entire thing, but she had also seen things that would shine in the sunlight, that would dazzle and delight underneath the the churning mass of water that used to make up her home. She knew her father hated them, and she could see why, and understood his anger. But at the same time, she would see all the wonders these surfaces dwellers could make, feel the crumbled pieces them in her hands and question how people who made such wonderful things could be so horrible.
And now, here, leaving the small little cove filled with so many of her father's people, rave about the excellent care and the attention that a human had bestowed on them, Ariel could find further fault in her daddy's reasoning. Humans weren't all bad, just as all merfolk weren't all good either. She smiled at the human responsible for the happiness of the creatures in the other room. He had cared for them, and from what she heard, made them feel safe.
"Care. Good."she repeated clumsily in the rough language of this part of the world for the surface dwellers. The man, Tony smiled down at her as he lead her out of the room.
Ariel, knew, surly, that it was to the next place of wonders within his home. She couldn't wait.
