Dragoncrest Cliffs remembering when you were mine

A large fish. So large that simply the head was bigger than him. There was some uncertainty in his own imagination. Surely such a thing could not be...

Yet she assured him it was indeed. That was the thing she called whale. They could not be here in the shallows, but in the dark they churned. Way out where he doubted he could swim for long.

I am not sure if I will ever witness one unless it finds itself here. He admitted in a hushed manner, as if he was exposing a secret to her. Perhaps he was. To confess he did not trust himself in the dark depths.

How often do they beach? Was it seasonal like a herd migration?