Stavanger Bay dreams, like coins down a well

I am here for this!! <3

He had to admit it, the ocean was pretty. Pretty enough to distract him from any kind of hunt, and playful enough to have him snapping at the waves instead of chasing after anything of actual substance. If only the Gilded Sea had been like this! He remembered games in the tall grasses and dances in the pulse of the wind, but this water moved with a power like the wildfires. Yet there was no fear here. Perhaps a younger Evander might have even believed that in finding this place, they had reached Mother Rain's very own throne.

Evander's steps eased from play to a familiar dance he'd once helped orchestrate with Ophelia before the fires had stolen her spirit away. They were not better times, but in ways, they had been simpler. He kicked up the waters and churned up the sandy shore. One set of pawsteps, where he knew many more should be --

Evander?

The crash of sea water distorted Everett's voice. A few more steps and he'd greet his brother, unashamed that he'd given up the hunt for some good fun -

What the fuck?

What the fuck was right. That - wasn't Everett.

Earthy brown, with a gilded face. Eyes that had always judged him.

Tybault? Evander blinked, eyes wide, and recollections of Everett's vision flew through his mind. The ocean, the seabirds, a golden dance. Tybault. Here. Had he seen -- ?

Evander shook himself - of course not - and danced his way up the shoreline on sea-soaked limbs. Tybault! he said again, a laugh now in his voice as he let his brother's vision melt from his memory, and allowed Tybault to fill his centre stage, you're alive! he said, and waggled his brow at him, wholly in jest, and well enough, it seems, to throw off my groove!