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News of Skillege’s gathering had traveled north.

The wind whipped as she trekked along the shore, the wind tugging her coast every which way as she trekked through the low tide. Thunder rumbled in the distance and the woman found herself looking to the horizon momentarily. No emotions overcame her in this brief moment. Instead, she only found herself breaking her attention to focus her attention towards the mainland. Her gaze remained unwavering even as the water crept up along her ankles.

Despite the overwhelming smell of salt, she could smell him here. His scent lingered in the air like an unwanted cigar, And yet, it only caused her to linger and remain as she was. With her head lifted high, and a steady drumming in her chest, the warrior lifted a song into the air, beckoning for the one who she had traveled all this way for.