Wheeling Gull Isle waning gibbous

Her accent was obvious, though it was not odd. Not like in the manner which he had found exotic like the Yuelong women which he lived among. No, the accent sounded....familiar. Had it been so long that he had not noticed right away? Or had he been so horribly willing to place it into the back of his mind forever? 

He had not heard the Greek roll off her tongue so remained pleasantly unaware of what type of blood ran through her veins. At least, for the moment. The Sea or the Moon. He spoke of them with fondness, a smile upon his lips. Though he did not spill on about religious ideals just yet.