Cerulean Cape Every line and every abrasion.

the sight and tang and breadth of the ocean too had come to exhaust germanicus. whitebark was his respite, though his role as guardian came before his own comfort. and so he did not mention this aloud, only flanked artyom in silence, gaze ever-vigilant for any movement roundabout them.

the pale leader muttered, eyes settled beyond germanicus, and the eaglewrought sidled, turned. the island that had grown from the waters. "stranger things have happened," the man opted, intrigued despite his tiredness, and willing to accompany artyom toward the edge if he so chose.