Tidebreak (смешанная)

He had always been mesmerized by the mural - by the mermaids - when he was a child. He would just sit for hours, looking at them, his chest filling with some unnamed emotion… His father used to shake his head fondly at him, telling him stories.
‘Once’ he used to say, ‘one of the mermaids made a pact with the Sea Witch; her voice for a pair of legs. A world of pain, just to follow her heart, and the dashing prince who captured it.’
‘Did she find it?’ Stiles would ask him, eyes wide, his little heart beating hard in his chest.
‘No, no she didn’t. She turned to foam, and her soul rose to the sky to dance with the wind for eternity.’