Stavanger Bay eleven years, i've sacrificed

A sense of a calm washed over the boy as he silently watched her edge lessen. Droman cleared his throat and pawed mindlessly at the sand as he listened to each of her (very good) questions and thought of (equally good) answers. Undersea, he replied, Right over there. I'm not surprised that you don't know about us. We're pretty quiet. Both a blessing and a curse, so it seemed.

I'm almost an adult, Droman bragged with a smirk, so I'm allowed to leave sometimes. As long as no one catches me, that is.