Sequoia Coast your heart is like the ocean, mysterious and dark

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Skellige listened to her voice as she spoke of her father and he realized that she had cared very deeply for the man. The picture that she painted of him was noble and kind, much like herself, and though it was a wicked thought to have, the inky brute found himself understanding why he had passed. It never was the awful creatures of the world who moved on before their time; it was the good and the right. Though he was no longer around to rule the home he had claimed, he had created a beautiful daughter who could carry his torch for him. And Skellige would let nothing happen to her. The pearl spoke of her father as though he were still there, with them, and the titan did not want to tell her that she was wrong.
 
He had seen the life leave the body of those he cared for and those he had little thought on. The wraith knew that nothing remained once the soul had been lifted from that which housed it. The look on her face was that of hope, though, and he could not find it in himself to tell her that she was wrong. It would do very little good to start an argument so early on, after she was attacked and her father had been stolen from her by the very clutches of death.
 
After a moment or two of hearing about him, the dark creature smiled softly and nodded his head. It was all he could muster without opening his mouth and allowing the harsh truth to spill from his leathery lips. What she asked of him next was a question that took him by surprise altogether. What made him happy?
 
The smile vanished from his mouth and his brows furrowed tightly over his dark eyes. The cogs in his mind turned slowly at first, but once they could not come up with an answer for her, they began to spin faster and he felt something in his gut that had not been there before: distress, melancholy. Breathing a sigh, the wraith looked to the pearl and shook his head. “I don’t know,” he answered her honestly. The timbre of his voice had the softest sadness to it. “The ocean, perhaps,” he ventured, but even then, he was not certain that the waters brought him happiness as much as they brought him a sense of comfort… to be around something that he knew. Perhaps the sea king did not know what happiness truly was.

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