[ One might ask how he could even feel the breeze, covered as he was almost head to toe. But his senses had always been keen, and he never could forget the crisp touch of the sea air. He footsteps came to a stop at the Forsaken's side, where he looked out at the gray-green water. Across the river, remnants of a destroyed bridge, the far-off remains of the city that had once been. ]
...Shall we make our way to the water's edge? Though it's likely to be cooler there.
[ He would wait until the god was ready. He could wait, after all this time. ]
maybe a little... as a treat...
[ One might ask how he could even feel the breeze, covered as he was almost head to toe. But his senses had always been keen, and he never could forget the crisp touch of the sea air. He footsteps came to a stop at the Forsaken's side, where he looked out at the gray-green water. Across the river, remnants of a destroyed bridge, the far-off remains of the city that had once been. ]
...Shall we make our way to the water's edge? Though it's likely to be cooler there.
[ He would wait until the god was ready. He could wait, after all this time. ]