He looks out to the water, watching the sun slowly dip under the blankets of the distant horizon. Not averting his gaze, the Tarnished asks, "Could you explain the ocean?" (fulgurantfirstborn)
He swore, he always had some feeling like they should be fighting each other, whenever he bumped into this man. No idea why, even his critical eye could detect any issues with the man. Some memory lost to time, perhaps?
"Could anyone explain the lands themselves? I may as well try to explain the horizon to thee." He sighs, allowing his own eyes to follow the gaze out over the waters. "Perhaps t'is naught but capriciousness of the Greater Will to put it there. Or perhaps the creatures below simply needed a home of their own.
In either case, I wouldst advice thee not to traverse out on it. I hear the waves surrounding our lands between feels particular wrath for sailors. If it is able to feel such at all."













