Ocean's Breath Plateau Salt

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The wraith had thought to search the plateau in hopes that he might be able to pull his mind from the bay; it was still close enough to the water and sat right beside Donnelaith, but there was something about the stretch of land that did not please him in the same sense. The bay had security where the plateau was open and stretching. Skellige had found himself more at home when he was nestled securely between the great stone cliffs that housed Stavanger. In the wide stretch of land, though, he could see the opportunity for small prey that they would not have directly on the ocean side.
 
Breathing deeply, the brute could taste the brine in the air, and it seemed to calm his flustered nerves. Time was running short; if Ksenia was in the area, she must have had a plan. The white wench would not have abandoned her throne on Warsaw without the promise of something more.
 
The length of his legs carried him quite easily across the rolling flatland, but his eyes did not find anything that drew his heart into a wild thrum. The shoreline was too far, and his only means of reaching it would be to leap from the cliffs that stretched along the edges of the plateau. Though the wraith had often contemplated life on the jagged terrain, he knew that he was far more capable within the waves than he was on the sharp drops of the cliffside.
 
In his moments of contemplation, the wraith found his ears drawn forward by the sound of a woman crying into the saline breeze. His brows knitted tightly across his dark eyes and he turned his crown in her direction to see if she were crazed or merely professing a verbal love to the waters. The woman that he saw did appear… amiss in some aspect. He leered at her with a curious expression on his dark face before he turned his thick frame in her direction and lumbered slowly towards her. Skellige’s head was held low and his dark gaze was trained on her body. Should she decide to spring, his limbs would be prepared.
 
Almost without warning or reason, the creature slumped to the earth and began to sob. Lifting his head upward and canting it just to the left, the great dark titan frowned at her with a sense of disappointment, though he could not understand why he felt this.
 
“Why do you weep before the sea?” he inquired to her in a rumbling baritone; there was a spark of curiosity in the mahogany of his gaze.

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