Stavanger Bay Song of the waves

The soft touch of her voice moved with the brush of wind. He turned his ears toward her to catch what he could of her agreement. It was good to know that she would listen to the simple command without question. The warhound only wanted her to understand that it was not always acceptable to touch without the consent of another creature. There were far more savage beasts than he who would have struck her for her actions. It had been fortunate that she had happened across him on that day. In another life – another time – he might not have reacted so kindly.

When it came to the matter of her survival, the titan furrowed his brow and listened as she explained that she had never been on her own before. Ford wondered to himself how she had managed to escape the aid of whoever had watched over her before. A cold and cruel imagining struck him, as he thought of how difficult it must have been to tend to someone who could not see. Perhaps, they had left her on purpose.

“You find yourself on the beaches of Stormrift. We seek to claim this territory before the winter becomes to harsh for us to dwell inland. Should you provide us with all you have, you may have a home here – and those who would seek to act as your support,” the sea wraith offered her in a rumbling voice. His mismatched gaze roamed over her figure, feeling a twinge of hesitation in what he had given. Their purpose was simple, though; they were intended to break through the weaknesses that clung to them and emerge on the other side as powerful leviathans.