Stavanger Bay gently, gently, the constellations aligned

Rannoch desperately held onto the words that the sylph spoke and in turn his heart ached. He did not will any more words after that, as her look told him otherwise, and simply looked on sadly. Perhaps if she had been able to help his mother, then she could help him as well. Despite his disbelief in magick, there was something desperate within him that latched onto the ideal and the pale alpha’s ability.

He did not speak even as she elaborated on just why he should learn more of the ocean. There was a point that especially struck out to him and he held onto the idea with dear life-- “ knowledge can only bring one power”. Perhaps this would be the power he needed to get his revenge. He nodded as the thought crossed his mind and a slight smile slithered upon his snout.

Finally, he spoke. “Will you come and get me? Or should I come for you?”