King Elk Forest the inundation

I wasn't sure if you wanted to just continue rocking in this thread or maybe fade and have a new one on the coast? <3 I'm good either way.

The wraith was reticent at best. His companionship came in the form of a hulking pitch creature. And though he breathed the same air as those around him, there was a rasp to his breath that left others with an unease. The golden woman found his nature to be curious. Skellige was quite simple though. He was washed with the saline of the ocean at birth. Salt was in his blood. Just as the female belonged to the warm grit of the desert sand, he belonged to the rising tides and the undertow. In this sense, they were almost a yin and yang. She was the sandstorm and he was a riptide.
 
Feeling her eyes on the pitch in his coat, he slowed his pace momentarily and blinked at the stranger – still – wondering if her thirst was the same as his. “Tell me of your sands,” he spoke to her after a long pause. If they were anything like his own, perhaps they would find a commonplace.