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

Alara Sea-Snake.

Her lips parted, a correction lingering on her tongue: Cyanea. It faded just as quickly. A new light glimmered behind the ametrine eyes as she studied him. Tangaroa, he named himself. Perseus Tangaroa.

And as his ancestors before him, he had seen the true soul of her. Sea-Snake.

Alara nodded again, this time letting the tension fall away from her shoulders. He would take her to the sea. She would be safe with him.

For now, she could do nothing but cling to those thoughts.