#tidemother

The high ranking tidesages would always warn the young recruits of not following their studies and loosing their connection to the Tidemother. Now that he's grown, Kanath realistically, he knows that's just a warning, a fib to keep them in line, but it doesn't ease the fear of loosing her voice. The thought of never being able to listen to her whispers again haunts his mind constantly, even now as Kinndy's pale, almost cloudy eyes glimmer at him with mischief.

Kanath, of course, ignores his eldest sister and continues the prayer at the shore. Even in Quel'thalas the Tidemother's voice, despite it being quieter than it was in Kul'tiras, was comforting, the the crashing of waves and the soaring of wind that lovingly pierced his mind did so with an emotion Kanath couldn't quite decipher with Kinndy yelling for Lira's support to make him do whatever it was.

The sounds of the twinkling waves quieted for a moment before they came back, opening his scrunched eyes he could see the waves lap at his hand encouragingly, did she want him to join them? Kanath however couldn't see if she was going to give him something else due to Lira wrenching him up as if he weighed nothing. He could hear the smile in her voice as she exclaimed, “Come on, Nath! Come sing with us, I'm sure the Tidemother wouldn't mind you focusing on us for a while!”

He screeched and flailed in her arms, trying to break free, “Let me go! I'm going to bite you, don't think I won't!”

Lira and Kinndy, however, didn't seem to be phased by the threat, so he tries pleading with Kinndy instead.

“Kinnd, come on! You know what it's like! We could never pull you away from mom's tomes either!” but he simply deflated at her quiet, evil smirk, but of course not before giving a quick bite to Lira's arm.

Lockwoode nods at you.

Verdy: Their faith kept them strong, kept them shining.

Lockwoode: I don't  know what you see in this Light of yours,  but I can feel the Tidemother on him. He keeps me calm like only the sea can.

Verdy: Here, your faith revolves around the water. So Anton is like...a paladin almost. Only wet. He isn't incandescent, he's just condensating!.

Verdy: The Light is comfort for me. It's...the smell of a homecooked meal on your birthday. The taste of hot chocolate on a cold winter's night. The wind blowing through your hair on a warm spring day.

Lockwoode frowns momentarily. She turns behind her to notice the rain, taking note of it all. "So the Light is home, like the sea is for me."

Verdy: Yeah. It's *faith*.

Verdy: And Anton is so full of it he's *leaking* it.

Lockwoode: Maybe our faiths aren't so different.

Verdy: I've always believed that Azeroth's faiths are connected in some way. Perhaps Elune is the moon that makes the tides come and go. And the Light is the stars that lead the sailors home. But they'd never make it home if not for the water itself...