Ravenshook Cliffs kind of mood that you wish you could sell

drageda. he was not sure he had heard the name yet, before dalia had said it. strict enough to throw out a daughter? velen did not understand. even as savage as warsaw had been, he could not imagine skellige turning out one of his family members without due reason. all dalia had done was leave, which was not a transgression in velen's eyes.
again to the ocean his stare traveled; he was silent for a series of heartbeats before he attention returned to the girl. it was certainly not a bad reason she had left; he remembered the thought that had come to him when he was cavorting with her and with saucy. "you didn't do anything wrong, dalia," he murmured in his low tones, somber now and devoid of his usual sarcastic warmth.
"and you deserve more than that." gingerly velen reached across the small space between them, seeking to brush her cheek gently with his muzzle. they weren't strangers, but he wasn't sure if touching was something dalia wanted in this moment. his chestnut eyes drifted back to the sea, always back to the sea, and he gave a low and satisfied grunt.
"maybe it's time you made a new home, where you can be whatever you want."