Cerulean Cape ❆ To all things housed in her silence,

earthly ears pressed against his crown as she turned to offer words he felt conflicted on. she was upset, clearly, but why she felt so was as much a mystery to him as to how she'd washed ashore.

was she mad at him, or the world?

the tone of her words in particular cut him coldly. perhaps she'd swallowed too much seawater and all the salt had infected her tongue. it would explain the briny sarcasm. it was settled then, fresh water was the cure for her ailment.

he straightened himself as she took a few steps closer, an icy air between them that he sought to melt with the warmth of his nature.

"i believe you've washed ashore a northwestern coast," he shared as he moved to lead her towards a stream further inland. he wondered where she'd come from, and where she'd been heading, but did not yet press his curiosities.

he went on to aid her as much as she would allow before eventually parting from her, though not before offering an invitation to heal among the scorched woodland.