Ocean's Breath Plateau careful when you come through my way

please excuse how grossly carried away i got with this

The pale woman's inner thoughts were not far from the truth. The further that he roamed away from his seaside comfort, the more savage he became. It was as though the very fibers of his sane mind were attached by thin threads to the lapping ocean waters. If he should stray too far from them, he felt more than just the claws of homesickness. Instead, the fearsome titan felt as though the very substance of his mind was unraveling in a spool of thin-stringed seaweed and pale foam. It might have been for the best that she refrained from mentioning her inward pondering. Surely, he would have painted himself as a madman before her. Not that it mattered how he appeared to strangers... he tried well to convince himself of this.

The stranger fed into the idea that magic was present in the world, no matter how much her rational mind fought against it. In that, perhaps there was a similarity between the woman and the man. She may have moved past him, though. For all the times that he had faced the idea that something existed beyond his logical scope of understanding, Ford had denied it and pushed it away. She had at least come to terms with the idea that there could be something beyond their knowledge. It helped him to press on with his tales of the dark waters.

“My mother and father spoke of different magics when I was young. My mother was close to the spirits of the woodland. She knew the spells that were cast by the forest and could tell you tale after tale of her experience with the deeply rooted conjuring of the trees and earth,” he explained to his companion in a softer tone. When he spoke of Deirdre, there was a reverence to his voice that had not been there before. However, when he turned to the pale woman to speak again – this time, in reference to his father – he became much wilder. The fur along his neck and shoulders rose to stand like jagged quills, or deathly stones that jutted from the dark water.

“My father knew nothing of the magics that existed inland. Instead, he told me and my siblings of the occult creatures of the water.”

The woods were always comprised of tales of goodness that left one feeling wholesome and inspired. The stories that were told of the sea and what existed beneath the surface were intended to cast fear into the hearts of those who could not withstand it. The swell was no place for those who did not believe that they were capable of combating whatever lived in the deepest darkest corners of the underwater world.

“There are living things beneath the water that are larger and more fearsome than a pack of bears. Beasts that could swallow chunks of the earth in a single bite, and even those that could turn the water around them to fire as they reached the surface. The ocean is like another world with entirely different lifeforms that reside within it,” he offered her, turning his mismatched gaze to the lapping waters. “There are some like us, who are fortunate enough to see both worlds, but our time with the sea is so limited in comparison to our time on land. Perhaps because we are incapable of standing against the leviathans of the depths.”

There, he felt as though he had ventured too far in his unraveling of the oceanic wonderland. Ford wondered if he had offered too much to the pale woman. In an attempt to regain his footing in their conversation, he fixed his sights on her slender features and exhaled slowly. “There is so much to learn about the world beneath our own, though. You should visit our bay sometime to discover for yourself,” the titan decided to offer.