I have only been to the Boondocks once. For the Deepfrost market, the manta rumbled, a sense of pleasant memory in the mental link. He was quiet for a time, his slow pace downright relaxing as he paralleled the fox's journey along the coast. Another jump splashed water across the shallows as he came into the air to see what had caught her attention and then belly-flopped the landing; the lack of momentum made grace a more difficult proposition out of the water.
There is a story... he began, though there was uncertainty in his voice. Of a King and Queen whose funeral fleet sailed around the coast of Caido to those docks. The mer provided an honor guard and escort. But it was so long ago the details are lost. And any who could corroborate long since dead.
Does the frost continue here?
There is a story... he began, though there was uncertainty in his voice. Of a King and Queen whose funeral fleet sailed around the coast of Caido to those docks. The mer provided an honor guard and escort. But it was so long ago the details are lost. And any who could corroborate long since dead.
Does the frost continue here?
