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for Chaele
the Tidebreaker
King of the Merfolk / Chef

Age: 38 | Height: 6'6" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Torchline
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He followed her until he could touch the sand with his fingers and then twisted in the surf to stay comfortably within that depth. He accepted her resentment with a calm gaze, neither judging nor sympathetic of it, but simply tucking it away into the other pieces of the puzzle that was Chaele.

"Not only humans, or mer, or Fae," was all he murmured from the ten years or so that separated them if he judged her age right. There were no few magical creatures of Caido that were wise enough to remember the past and look to the future, and to regret what could not be changed.

At her question a hint of a smile quirked at stoic lips and he tilted his head at her. "Perhaps," he rumbled, "you will see it yourself one day. And may judge for yourself." An honor not granted to any drylander in living memory...

But times changed, and people changed with them.

Even the stubborn mer.

"Farewell, Chaele." He called down no blessings of the gods upon her; she did not seem to need or want them. He only waved once and then turned in the surf, slipping into his manta form and becoming one with the dark waters.

~Fin~


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