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

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The woman stirred from his side, and the inky titan did not move to stop her; if his answer were to have displeased her so greatly that she was forced to leave him, then so be it. There was little about Skellige that would allow for him to lie; his candidness was gruff and brutal in nature, but at the very least, he did not paint an image of falsities. A savage brute, but a man of his word. If it was all he took to his grave, at least he will have been more than his own father. Just the thought of the man left a bitter taste in the eldest Cairn’s mouth, and he hoped to push it away.
 
Her touch roused him from this thought process and he shuddered underneath the embrace of the smaller female. Looking to meet her face with his own, the statue in the sand allowed her to draw herself toward him and speak her words of hope. She wanted to bring him happiness, for she too knew what it meant to have that taken from her. Though their trials were different, and he had seen things that would have turned her into a detrimental version of herself, he would not compare his own war and hardship with her own.
 
“Perhaps you will,” he rumbled softly into the tufts of her ivory fur. He had been wrong before, and he could be wrong again.

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