Sea Lion Shores some farcical aquatic ceremony

His mind was a distant thing now. An island to itself, while the girl remained bound to the mainland. He heard her speaking, heard her name and likely would remember it, but the weight of everything was still heavy. Pendragon watched the sea through the haze of incliment weather and saw the surf pull back, retreating from the two of them, only to come crashing back in to place — and beyond, among the mists, he wondered if the Vale lurked unseen.

I'm glad to have found you, Rhona had concluded. He had to agree. Perhaps the man would not have survived without discovery? Perhaps he had been cast out of the Vale and brought here for some ethereal purpose, and she was meant to find him. He let out a small sigh, and with it went only a sand grain of his pain. But Pendragon knew he could not mourn properly, not yet. Not here on this strange shore, and especially not in his condition.

After a long while of staring silently out at the sea, Pendragon gave up his vigil and focused upon Rhona. The kind-eyed girl who waited patiently, basking in his company as he withered beside the sea.

Thank you, Rhona. I fear I may have perished had you not discovered me today. But that begged the unspoken question — now what?

Alerted to this sudden, forbidding, terrible thought, Pendragon frowned again - but he got back to his feet, his tail swaying at his hocks limply. If he could not go back, then he would start anew - perhaps with her. Will you walk with me? He queried, in part because he enjoyed her company, but also because he was still so tired and bruised, being a castaway, that he feared the weakness betraying him. Perhaps there are natives to this land that would... maybe.. welcome us, he pondered aloud, and then fell quiet again, and introspective.