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Anticipation crept through her being as her song faded into nothingness. And yet, her expression remained stoic. The storm was gathering power in the distance, pulling from its nearby resources in an attempt to gain power. One could say that Skellige was a storm as well, gathering resources just beyond the coast.  Keto knew that she would be a resource in this attempt of power-- a Carin no less. And yet, she was ready for the storm to pull her in at a full force. She did not fear the storm, only her previous actions. But those were all in the past.

His lumber form eventually emerged in the distance and she found herself coming to a stand in that moment, droplets rolling on her pale gorm as she awaited his arrival. He was much larger than she had remember, but then again many of his relatives bore strength that was often unmatched upon her own ranks. She had to keep this in mind, despite everything.

“And I would have never anticipated traveling for days upon days to follow a Carin,” She replied cooly, her eyes meeting his in that moment. “But here we are.” She felt no shame in admitting this. Time had a fickle way of changing things and this was one of it’s endless examples. Cutting to the chase, she addressed the white elephant in the room, cutting the bullshit of attempting to gain his pity. She would not go on about her journey or how rugged it was-- that was all irrelevant now. “I have come to join your ranks,” she confessed, eyes diverting only out of respect.