Ferris gasped and widened his eyes. Did Rus seriously just say that seahorses were dumb? That wasn't nice, at all. The merman's lips sunk in a frown and his eyes narrowed. Seahorses were super cool! With their little fins and fun patterns, and their mating rituals weren't that strange. Ferris was silent for a little while, trying to understand where the rokea was coming from. Was it, that maybe he had never seen how cute seahorses were? Or maybe he had never spoken to one. They were such great listeners, too. Whenever Ferries needed to talk to someone, he would seek out a seahorse. He didn't talk to any deep-sea creatures, like the dubious squid or the gulper eels that haunted the dark waters. No, he was more inclined to speak to cute little seahorses. At least they would never attack him. 

"That's sad. I'm sure if you gave them a chance, you'd love them, too." Wait did rokea eat seahorses? He didn't think so. His eyes widened. Why did he bring up a seahorse again? "Because seahorses are, like super fishy and squishy, y'know?" He blurted happily. Ferris then paused to contemplate why he brought up seahorses. He knew Rus needed a serious answer, so he would struggle to provide one. "A... Kingdom..." He thought aloud. 

Then he suddenly perked up, like he remembered. "Oh, great speckled calamari bits! You're right!" He clapped his hands together. "The seahorses... they led to me to a castle... and then..." Ferris' eyes brightened again. "Oh, that's it." He said with a grin.