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The dark of his gaze watched as she rolled her slender shoulder to his question, and his lips quivered in a frown. Her vision was pulled away from the stretch of shoreline and focused on him once more as she parted her mouth to answer his query. It was, perhaps, an answer that he should have expected. One that spoke of her quiet and reclusive nature. Skellige liked her for this very reason. She had an air of mystery about her, where he was fully transparent, and he wondered what her past had done to her to create such an aura around her being. Her final remark brought a ghostly smile to the wraith’s features and he chuckled quietly.
 
“They will come,” he spoke with certainty, as though the sea itself had told him that he would reign on the shore. “Followers will not be difficult. The sea will speak to them, and they will come.” Perhaps it would be foolish to have such blind faith in the nature of the stretching waters, but there was something in his devotedness that had managed to sway the opinion of others. Skellige did not expect this woman to know in the same sense that he did, but he did wish for her to see that there were things beyond them. Whether or not she believed in fate or destiny, some were meant for more than what they were given.
 
Drawing the darkness of his eyes toward her, the leviathan breathed outward through his nares. “You will be welcome, should you choose to take these sands as a home.” The offer was one that was not extended to anyone, and should she decline him, he would not fault her for it. It would stand for as long as she called the wilds her home.