There were few things that caught the imagination of the fae quite as much as the mer.
A race of creatures who had the top half of a human but the tail of a fish and from what some of the Royals had seen in meetings, whereof a similar intelligence to the fae.
But with limited contact through trade alliances where the fishermen would find the agreed amount of kelp or fish in baskets on the docks before they could see the mer who left them, the mer continued to be a mysterious race.
This was how the rumours began; promises of immortality at the cost of eating the flesh of a mer and that their faces were hideously scaled and fish-like resulting in their elusive nature stemming from embarrassment.
And that was the way it would have stayed, if not for your curiosity.
