In their migration back to the sea, there was much in the way of preparations. Preparations that ultimately fell to clan leadership to facilitate. Moreover, it fell to him to make sure everything remained on track and as seemless as possible in his service to the Keeper, as was tradition. Rather as was his penchant for keeping his finger on the pulse of their nomadic clan. Clan Varahel had suited him in so many ways that it was hard to deny that he was meant for permance in its ranks. He'd spent much of his life on the run, never staying in one place long enough to foster anything meaningful. But it took the closest thing he'd ever come to family for him to reorganize his priorities, putting a finer point on her own wanderlust. Now all of his transience seemed to count for something.
At the heart of migration however was indeed the Keeper himself. The man that quite literally embodied their strength and fortitude in the face of desolation. Someone who had seen despair and still fought for a peaceful return to the life they loved so much. And then there was her, Inala, a goddess in her own right with unflappable determination. It made Carasson's job easier than it ought to be and for that he was grateful, not mention deeply devoted.
Most days his responsibilities took up a nominal part of his day, leaving the rest of his waking hours to personal connection in the ways he saw fit. More opportunity for him to learn how to relate to the water they were to live eventually, among other things.
He smiled at Orlaith as she flew past him at the bidding of her Keeper. Hands swept over her seawater ladden locks.
At the heart of migration however was indeed the Keeper himself. The man that quite literally embodied their strength and fortitude in the face of desolation. Someone who had seen despair and still fought for a peaceful return to the life they loved so much. And then there was her, Inala, a goddess in her own right with unflappable determination. It made Carasson's job easier than it ought to be and for that he was grateful, not mention deeply devoted.
Most days his responsibilities took up a nominal part of his day, leaving the rest of his waking hours to personal connection in the ways he saw fit. More opportunity for him to learn how to relate to the water they were to live eventually, among other things.
He smiled at Orlaith as she flew past him at the bidding of her Keeper. Hands swept over her seawater ladden locks.
She's just there.He pointed further along the beach at a grouping of others.
Babysitting not in the purview of the Captain? Learn something new every day.His tone was teasing, with a leer to match as he neared the larger man, his superior in every sense. Bare feet melted into the sand of the surf, curls riding the gentle breeze that came off the water.
Have you seen Inala?
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