Coconut Grove quam serena

Instead of waiting with bated breath for the pale bitch to find him, the swarthy titan sought to locate her first. Ksenia had been seen only once, and since that day Skellige had been left with a bile in his throat that could not have been washed out by even the strongest of saline waters. He had spent his days prowling with carefully timed glances over his shoulder in search of the ivory Cairn. She had come in without warning and had seemingly vanished just the same. The wraith still did not let his guard down. While he had found his sanctuary and had made his claim over the bay, it only meant that she would have more to steal away from him, and Skellige was not in the business of being stripped of his rank. He had done everything to devote himself to the waters, and yet he did not know if the sea would allow his sister to overthrow him. He did not know if she would steal from him once more.
 
There was one thing he was certain of: the Cairn family would never stray far from the water.
 
So his search was limited to the coast, and he was not at all disappointed with this limited stretch of land. The swarthy titan roamed across the sands with determined steps. He kept his crown held close to the earth, sniffing and searching for a hint of her scent. As was natural, the leviathan was met with disappointment. He had gone so far as the grove, but had still not found familiarity in the aromas around him. There was, however, a foreign figure that caught his eye. Drawing his russet vision across her form, the shadow paused in his trek – curious to what had drawn her to the comfort of the ocean’s bosom.