Blackwater Islands dreadful, like death

Alduin watched the events of the ritual unfold with a frighteningly blank expression. He’d eaten the berry and from then on his mind seems to be playing tricks on him. How composure is still kept, for seeing an odd thing or two isn’t unusual for him — he sees that shit all the time. 

It’s when the coal pelted man calls to them does he snap from his thoughts. They’d just watched two of their own throw themselves from the cliff. Alduin watched his shadow go, but not a single drop of worry makes it into his heart. She is fine and if she isn’t then he’d have to deal with it. Simple as that. Although, it may not be that easy after all.

Still, Ingram’s voice makes his ears shift and his brows pinch together. Unless one is family, he doesn’t like being told what to do and when to do it. So when he’s beckoned, his eyes and face slowly turn away from the cliff edge and towards the dark male. Blood red orbs would meet the cliffs edge once more before he pushes himself from the spot. Moving to fall in with the others, silently taking his place next to his brother, they make the trek towards the sands.

Alduin can feel the nervous energy radiating off of the younger male. It makes Alduin level him with a devilish gaze, one that isn’t that kindest, but merely shows a muted expression of mild irritation. It seems Nyra senses it too and immediately offers words of comfort. Alduin will do no such thing. Rather he steps forth and gazes out into the raging ocean, rain soaking his plush coat through.

“And if she doesn’t…” Alduin muses darkly in that rough timbre of his. “then she is meant to be one with the tides. Never to return again.” He almost wants to laugh. His tone goes higher and lowers gradually with his own twisted sense of humor. Hoping to strike more fear and unease into those not sure of the shadow’s return. 

She’ll be back. Why worry?