At the time Liara remembered thinking that Hanar were the most fantastical creatures or aliens she had ever seen. Floating serenely and easily even without water to aid them, no apparently head or face to her young eyes, so many tentacles. She greatly enjoyed being with them, their polite and quiet demeanor had always been calming and appreciated by the equally polite and quiet Asari. She remembered thinking they were so alien, and strange. As a very young child they held her complete fascination, her mother often joking that there would be a Hanar in the family by the time Liara hit 60. Then she discovered the Protheans. Protheans! Galactic conquerors, technological wizards, architectural masters! Liara wrapped herself up in what little was known of their culture and behavior, eagerly joining extranet groups and flooding her mother's library with academic tomes. She dove head long into the mystery of their disappearance, the lack of physical remains, the lack of visual depictions of themselves even as they were known for their carvings. Who were they, and why are they gone? Where is everyone else who must of existed then? The image of a nearly imaginary race held her gaze.
Then she had met Javik, and really, is there anything more fantastical than the Avatar of Vengeance from a 50,000 year extinct sentient species that had dominated the galaxy?