Cerulean Cape Sea & Moon, I pray to thee

The Shàngjiàng stares out over the raging Sea, a smile on his face, the moonlight in his eyes. Fiery eyes which linger over the waters and into the direction of home, the island, Yuelong. In Spring he had joined them, a large foreign man painted in red. A man who spoke not of their language, who knew not of their customs. A wolf who had come from a far different land yet an island all the same, who spoke Greek and worshipped Gods not alike them. 

Aiolos could have never imagined they would accept him as their own, their equal. But they had. A man born a basterd and raised into slavery, a nothing. Now he was one of the people but not just of them, their Leader.

He reflects on it now, with Moon Mother high in the sky and as Mother Sea reaches out to him with each swell of water washing over the sands. Aiolos, with out even a family name to pride on, things to his place within the ranks, the relationships he had found in them, the son he had created... 

A sigh takes him and he lifts his skull, singing out into the crisp chilly sea breeze. A melody of bittersweet symphony.