Sea Lion Shores of the waves are skimming

is that so? kjalarr murmurs in quiet contemplation; tone curious in lieu of being condescending. seeking great adventures? he inquires lightly; opening up the invitation for more conversation but not prodding about it.

there is something about the cadence of this stranger's words that remind him of maud — of whom he has not thought of for quite some time. a soft pang of longing for those he had known so long ago lingers in his chest but he does not hold onto it: these wilds have changed and so, too, has he.

the sea of time was not always so merciful and he was grateful that has not had it so rough.