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Mulherin was not the most adept swimmer, but the strong rivers back home taught him how to swim against the current. He makes up for the rest in sheer boldness.

Redtail Rise. West of a glacier. He clarifies, bobbing alongside the sandswept girl. There's a first time for everything, right?

Dinah was from Rivenwood—a place that was still unknown to him. They were both far from home. And, in a strangte way, they were both searching for something. Soul searching, really.

Why not go back? To the island? He asks out of curiosity, unable to fathom why she would leave the coast, where she seemed so at home. Did she not miss the sea?

As for why he was here, in the words of the Sapphique girl, he answers—I hadn't been here before, and now I have.

And a small part of him wondered if Masquerade had seen it too, the ocean, before she had left for good. If maybe she had also explored, and this was her first taste of true freedom, before she found somewhere else intangibly better than the Rise.

Well, maybe it was the waves, He continues, then quickly sucks in his breath as a wave barrels toward them. Diving, he ducks beneath the water and resurfaces, grinning coyly. Or maybe it was your mermaid magic, Dinah of Rivenwood.