A gift, he piqued from the inside of his crystal prison. To him, it appeared like flawless ice, but not as frozen as he remembered the element to be, now he saw himself as little more as a curiosity for the surface creatures, a centrepeice... and how that ache'd. He'd forgotten the sorrow, now he only felt resentment. One night, he gazed upon the twinkling glitter that lined the sky, and then... well, he just couldn't recall it. He had awoken, groggy, inside a see-through cell. Now he was to be gifted to this man, this two legged person with a fiery appearance, he was reminded of a flower that used to grow in a hidden cavern, bright, red of colour and numerously dotted around the cavern walls, glistening of crystals and floral beauty. 

Happier near the sea...

It would appear the being could indeed pique the tones of voices behind his glass. Keen and alert, the clawed ends of his fingertips swept against his cell, ever hopeful, that finally he would return to the ocean. A hesitant nod was his answer-- he had long ago realized his voice did not seep out of the tank easily unless the lid was removed. His new 'house' was being pushed along, and it was terribly copious. Every few inches saw his eyes wide in worry, keen pinky red that stared silently to the floor. Did he want this false ocean to shatter into peices..? Further more, why was this auburn being acting so kindly to him? He had met a child of tanned complexion and golden eyes unlike those of the servants, and had come to the conclusion that two-legged creatures were a terrible hassle. This one... was different. 

He wasn't as close to his home as preferred but... seeing it was relief. A hand wiped down the glass, longingly. It was there. Just there, he wasn't far away at all. If he could just... just get out of this tank. " . . . " Yes. Yes he would return to the ocean, he was certain of it. His head croned upwards until it breached the surface, silvery white strands plastered onto his soaked complexion. "...It iss better." So the creature did have a voice. Thickly accented, northern voiced, with s's that were prolonged because of it. His arms lifted to lean over the glass-- but he found that painful due to the relative thin-ness. "...Thank you." It was sunny outside. Ordinarily, he'd sleep through the bright hours, awakening when the sun dipped under the horizon. He found it much more beautiful than dawn. 

"My name iss Ssindre. What iss your own name? Where are we?" For all he knew, this being was also in no better place than himself. He didn't seem too well off, unlike the servants. They were bossed around, he noticed, but never hungry or in tatters. This male... he couldn't quite place. Was he a friend or a foe? Did it even matter? What did Sindre even have to lose anymore? Heck, he was already trying to slink over the tank's edge, painful as it looked, having solid, albiet blunt glass pushing across his pectorals. Was he really going to try and drop out? Perhaps see if he could dive into the ocean from the balcony?

"Pleasse... pleasse don't keep me in thiss place. I didn't do anything, I sswear I didn't..." Was that his crime?... No, no he was sure he had not offended anyone here. "You sshould esscape alsso, before they intrude upon yoursself, they do not assk permisssion or if it hurtss." Which it did, given the few seconds pause he offered his would-be-saviour. "I'm not ssure what I could give you in return, to perssuade you..."