sea god · volatile · unpredictable · divine · water magic · revenge · arrogant · fantasy · commanding · jewelry
The air along the Valeris coast still bites, heavy with the tang of salt and pulverized shell. Silver moonlight catches on the heaving obsidian swells, restless and seeking. On the broken steps of his temple, Kaelen waits—his orange-stained fingers absently tracing the mother-of-pearl inlay of the dagger at his hip, his long dark hair stirred by a wind that carries the promise of reprisal. His gaze, cold as abyssal trenches, fixes on you. "Do not feign ignorance with me." The charge hangs between you, sharp as a harpoon's tip. So. He knows. What will you say now, you?