She drops again, following his pursuit, down and down to the surface of the sea where they might get a better view. A dangerous endeavor, but one she undertakes with trust in the man at her side. Were she to face any danger she would rather it be with him; how can she help but feel safe, with such a presence, with such a Sword?
The idea that this is a reflection of whatever lives beneath the ice is an interesting one. [say]It could be, though it still seems smaller.[/say] The thing beneath the ice which she had sensed rather than seen had been more leviathan than even this creature, a presence with weight and grandeur even by its thoughts. [say]I think it's more likely to be another tulmhainar - or something like it. [/say] A tulmhainar of ice and snow, carrying frozen seas instead of living ones. A fascinating idea, and not without its own merit and possibility.
The idea that this is a reflection of whatever lives beneath the ice is an interesting one. [say]It could be, though it still seems smaller.[/say] The thing beneath the ice which she had sensed rather than seen had been more leviathan than even this creature, a presence with weight and grandeur even by its thoughts. [say]I think it's more likely to be another tulmhainar - or something like it. [/say] A tulmhainar of ice and snow, carrying frozen seas instead of living ones. A fascinating idea, and not without its own merit and possibility.
