He listened and considered each word carefully, giving the subject the gravitas it deserved. Still, he tilted his head at an unfamiliar name, brow furrowing faintly in distant memory. "Wessex... is she the leader of the Ascended?" Now or perhaps... in the past? His tail moved restlessly in the waters; though his face remained stoic, he wasn't quite as calm as he seemed at this news and the chance such suffering could come to Torchline's balmy shores.
As he recalled, the Ascended might not need to breathe, which meant they could travel underwater even without an animal shift.
"What protections does the shore have, if this conflict comes here?" A question asked frankly, seeking knowledge of drylander troubles that might soon be coming home to roost - and potentially endangering any merfolk caught in the canals when it did.
As he recalled, the Ascended might not need to breathe, which meant they could travel underwater even without an animal shift.
"What protections does the shore have, if this conflict comes here?" A question asked frankly, seeking knowledge of drylander troubles that might soon be coming home to roost - and potentially endangering any merfolk caught in the canals when it did.
