Stavanger Bay i thought i lost you, my brother

Though dark coloration had led her toward believing that Skellige was a strange incarnation of her forgotten father-figure, Murgash's diminished coat did nothing of the sort. She did wonder, dimly, how he'd come to be so ugly, but thought nothing more of his appearance until he flaunted it upon her.

At his command, she turned her attention distractedly toward his massive frame. He did seem to be built rather splendidly, but any attraction she might've felt toward him - even with the complusion of her heat to contend with - was wiped away completely by the unhealthy look of the man.

"If you roll in the wet, gritty sand near the shore, the salt water will help take the bite from the itch," she offered, choosing not to argue with the bigger male. He did not seem to be dangerous, no matter how ugly he was. In fact, she rather appreciated his preening - though she did not plan to let him pursue her to the natural conclusion of such hunts, she did appreciate the attention. Thus, she felt obliged to be friendly toward the creature, and to offer him better ways to force his ailments into abeyance.