Cedar Sweep Deep within you til you will not want me any other way

For a time her tears fell, and she only stayed there, perhaps searching for what she'd lost so long ago in his embrace. You can never come back. Did her shadow know what lost treasure he'd found?

A wayward Sea-Snake; a rare, sad thing. A wrong thing. A thing destined to end in tragedy.

At times she still tasted the salt of the sea.

Alara did not know how much time had passed when she finally spoke. Do you know the way to the sea? Her voice was thin and wavering with disuse, but still beautiful, she noted silently with some small vain pleasure at the fact. A siren might lose her home, but never her voice. Never that.