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The woman of the sands emerged not long after he had. His gaze followed as her eyes trailed the pale sands and the tropical trees that littered the shoreline. The golden woman did well at concealing her delight upon arriving there, and so Skellige watched her intently, hoping to catch some sort of elation that would express her love of the land. It was foolish of him, really; he was the one born of ocean waters and salt, not she. The female who had trailed with him was a creature of a different land, but he hoped that sharing his with her would bring a form of familiarity. If anything, perhaps she could show him the sands that she spoke of.
 
The remark that fell from her lips startled the wraith from his thoughts and he looked to her gaze with a firm nod of his skull. “It is… everything,” he breathed in a ragged breath. Without the water and the sands, he would have been lost. The titan certainly would have found a less fitting demise if he had not found the sea. After his banishment, the beast had sought nothing but the familiar pull of the tide. To him, it truly was the world.