Stavanger Bay come wayward souls who wander through the darkness

I'm watchin you Wazowksi. Always watchin ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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the wind brought him to her on a simple breeze, and deirdre moved toward the scent that called to her. the girl pranced in his direction, breaking free of the cover of the trees that seemed to bow before her as she emerged. 'twas merely a strong wind that brought this into effect, and it carried her voice as she called to him: skellige!

she oft thought of him, and had intended this hour to seek him out. that he was here now meant their meeting was willed by more than just herself, and this enthused her as she approached him. the pale seraph had been distraught and broken the last time he had seen her, though much of her was restored. her magick had brought the world to life again and her work was completed.

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