Stavanger Bay come wayward souls who wander through the darkness

The two of them were a startling contrast to each other. One of them was a white and shimmering as the sun on a clear day. The other was dark as night. Their personalities were no different than their appearances. While she was a peace-loving individual, Skellige was a man who cared very little for peace or the safety of those around him. Though he was protective of his brood and the wolves who obediently followed him, he knew that death was a natural part of life and would not find himself in disarray if he should lose someone close to him. The sea would claim all, in the end, and had claimed many in his lifetime.
 
He would be fiercely protective over her, though. Deirdre would be his mate in under a year’s time, and he had no intention of losing her to the ways of the world. Having his home right beside her own would allow for him to watch over her carefully and ensure that she had the blessing of the waters on her land at all times. Though they were witches and nymphs of the woods, the mystics would look on them with an open heart and mind – as they did all things – and would understand that they were there to help build his empire into something magnificent.
 
The pearl went on to explain that her brother was fiercely protective of her. He cast a wary glance toward her and frowned once more; an image that seemed to be permanent to his features at this point. “Telling me such things is making our meeting very enticing,” he drawled sarcastically. It was his first true form of humor shown in the wilds. In reality, he was not happy to meet the elder sibling to Deirdre. Skellige was certain that he would not leave a good impression on her kind family. Nevertheless, it was what she wanted, and so she would get it… but he felt the need to warn her in case things turned sour.