Ouroboros Spine Nix

She shook her head 'no', that the transition had not been hard on her. While Aiolos had been born in the Black Bayou, the change had been refreshing for him. The land that opened up into the coast was open, freeing, fresh, despite being captured into slavery. Though he belonged to the Nereides, he still belonged somewhere, which was more then he could have ever had as a basterd of the Bayou. 

Now, with what Aiolos had, he was grateful for it each and every day. Even though he was not on the coast anymore, this place had his family and that for him was home in itself, no matter the place. A same silent feeling which the pair here shared. 

Aiolos nods to her words, quiet a while and then, I'd like you to see the plateau, northwest beyond the Weald. Your sister and I have gone past but, not on top. The land is open and the ocean sweeps cold winds over it. It's no mountain, but still on top you can see view of all around.