Gyrfalcon's Keep the twisted nails of faith

he made no rejoinder, but watched her sidle to the foam-caps of sea that licked the shore. here was her dominion, and as lasher lay his eyes upon her nearest the very element that comprised her heart, her lifeblood, he knew he must not ever ask the priestess to depart her shores again. the brine and its expanse of pale sands were to her as the glen had been unto him.

taltos lifted himself then, and moved to accompany the ragged sylph near the feet of her god, holding his tongue even as he looked out over the face of the waters. he doubted that the lap of salt could ameliorate those tears upon his spirit, but his hesitation was rooted in no truth, and so lasher softened toward the ocean, his glance coming to rest briefly upon the seawitch before he waded several steps into the icy lash of the shallows.