Kintla Flatlands Threw you the obvious, and you flew with it on your back

We are not far.

She could have wept; might have, were she not the daughter of sirens, a creature above the sorrows of the flesh and ever-burdened to walk through every storm with head held high. A broken heart might bring her to tears, but never the threat of her own death. Never that.

A Sea-Snake did not fear death.

She had to remember that.

Alara nodded once, chin lifting almost imperceptibly. North. My name is Alara, She murmured, a moment of lucidity breaking through. Dulled as they were, her eyes were hot with the pride and determination of a people that would never truly die. She did not know if his words were truth — but what option did she have now except to follow?

Her shadow; she wondered after him now, wondered if he would curse his failure when he knew what he had lost. But she would have her freedom. Alara was dizzied at the notion. She drew in a slow breath and stepped toward the man with eyes like an autumnal sea. Wherever he led, she would follow.