Sea Lion Shores canopic

he remained silent in response to her admonishment, but aeglaeca had expected no less; they were selfish, all of them. it would take divine intervention from the sea herself to see a male exhibit generosity, or gratitude. and for the honor of such intervention, they would be blessed to serve the sisterhood. aeglaeca knew all too well that such blessings were rare, growing rarer.

her unlikely companion— for this brief moment— did not press the talk of ghosts, acknowledging and accepting her remarks in step. superstitious, then, or appreciative of metaphor at the least. this surprised her, seen in a brief micro-expression of widened eyes, though she strove to mask it quickly. she hadn't expected sympathy. didn't want it, but could detect no insult in it.

she smirked outright at his dry correction; pleased that she seemed to have found a way beneath his skin, regardless. mm, she acknowledged. aeglaeca was comfortable here, and therefore one of these ice golems he spoke of. but she seized the opportunity to turn the conversation away from herself, suspecting he would revel in the opportunity to talk about himself.

why come to this land at all, then? 'coughed up' made no sense to her; he had legs, and they must have carried him here.