Stavanger Bay you are the night-time terror

She, flickering with so much emotion, couldn’t have been cast in a greater contrast with the looming male behind her. Where he had found purpose in his life and steadfastly attended to it, she had been left adrift, unseeing, within the sea of stars she’d found so much solace within. If she was being more honest than she already was, there were times where some part of her knew that whether she found Vonnaruil or not... wouldn’t complete her.

Yes, their souls would be joined once more—that eternally-grounding tether that kept her earthly body rooted to ground. But it was more of something she strived to surmount; not neccessarily the thing that made her rise as the stars and sun did, or what made her peer into the pultritude of all those little curiosities to uncover evermore.

The salt-king’s talk of swell and heave and claim gave her cause, at least, to eye back at him. She wondered at what made him so partial the ocean, but then settled on the thought that perhaps, what drove him, was similar to the way she felt to the Celestium. But as she’d never been to the shores until so recently, it was... jarring for her, becoming so accustomed to it. There was an inkling that truly envied those, so at bliss with shell and brine; the only feral savagery she’d known was her unending, farther-than-farthern North and it’s own wilds. It was truly all she’d known.

But why would the waves yearn for her brother, despite Vonnaruil’s longing?

It was the last statement that made her turn again, chewing into her cheek. Sometimes, she wondered the same of herself—how could she wander if she were beholden to Drageda? “I suppose if I am able to come into a position for much wandering, half of ze find would be rather done,” her answer so plain and without thought of philosophy; but stark as a star and with a wry, wan edge of soft humor.

Aure rose, bending herself about to finally face him one more and with a rare curl of her lips that was equal parts whimsical and ghostly. She began to step down from her perch, and once within the sands again looked up at him. Unsurprisingly, her brow only came up to just below his great slab of stone that was a shoulder.