[ Though he answered with nothing more than a smile, the Forsaken found his thoughts wandering as they walked, to the story the assassin had told him of the great, graceful creature that drifted in the sea. He imagined the lives his mercenary outfit coveted were mostly human, as humans were wont to do; beasts were not worth a mark - at least in Crownreach - lest they were a threat, or rare in some way.
Perhaps he would ask for more stories, another time.
The subject shifted, the god content mostly to listen or pass their trek in amenable silence. The ocean breeze from the east crept up on him, largely blocked by tall buildings until they gave way abruptly to a wooded area to the west, and harbor to the east.
The Forsaken's steps faltered. He came to a standstill, gaze not on the gull that had cried to them, but instead towards the direction of the wind. The scent of salt was surprisingly strong. ]
So this... is this what they call a sea breeze? [ He asked, voice small and distant, gaze unfocused on the land across the East River. ]
not even a little?? as a treat?? 🥺
Perhaps he would ask for more stories, another time.
The subject shifted, the god content mostly to listen or pass their trek in amenable silence. The ocean breeze from the east crept up on him, largely blocked by tall buildings until they gave way abruptly to a wooded area to the west, and harbor to the east.
The Forsaken's steps faltered. He came to a standstill, gaze not on the gull that had cried to them, but instead towards the direction of the wind. The scent of salt was surprisingly strong. ]
So this... is this what they call a sea breeze? [ He asked, voice small and distant, gaze unfocused on the land across the East River. ]