Seaside Moors Back To the Sea!

I know neither of those. He stated blatantly, not a sour tone nor bitter, but simply stating the obvious. He had come after all that. After Aningan had taken the throne and was aware of Caiaphas' return and rejection, but nothing more. Perhaps he'd hear more of it eventually, learn more about his people as the outsider looking in. 

The newer scars had faded in pain in the weeks after the attack, the features still stung every now and then should he strain the scabs and healing gashes - but it was the attention it brought that he hated the most. The judgment, the pitty, the assumptions of his character. Unless he wished to roll over and die, which he didn't fancy the thought, it would be a new burden to bear and live with.

Yes, it seems peaceful here. Softer were those words as he took in the sights and sounds, to think he'd sleep with distant waves as the soundtrack again was welcoming, especially since it was further from the cursed island. We should find dens, should anyone fall pregnant this season. Unaware of Erzulie's condition, he simply thought back to Raleska who had gone missing for a few days... she may need a place to hide, safe, deep within the borders should she have been touched by a man during her absence.