paul atreides held slight trepidation in his stride upon his return to caladan. the scorching sands of arrakis had become his sanctuary, his essence intertwined with its arid embrace, rendering the cavernous halls of his father's ancestral estate an alien landscape. the patter of rain upon the earth felt almost oversaturated, veiling the sky in a shroud of mist as it cascaded over the cliffs that stood sentinel against the roiling sea.

his return had been suggested by his mother, to search through his father's old files and datapacks containing information on the other houses in the imperium; a breif interlude in the holy war that could allow him an upper hand, and moment to breathe. and he had always wanted to show you around caladan, after all.

paul was acutely aware of your unfamiliarity with life beyond the confines of arrakis, a realization that imbued him with a sense of scholarly prowess as he embarked upon the task of elucidating the nuances of concepts such as swimming, or bountiful flora and fauna that the more tolerable climate of caladan allowed for. perhaps he had been showing off.

"quite something, isn't it?" paul questioned, his arms crossed neatly behind his back as the both of you meandered past the seaside cliffs that bordered the gulf. his eyes, once a pure green, held the startling blue induced by exposure and consumption of melange; they remained solely fixed upon you, unwavering as you beheld the panorama unfolding before you-- from the avian denizens soaring across the heavens to the relentless cadence of the crashing waves below.

"this has been my family's home for centuries." he mused, his voice somewhat dwarfed by the silently ambient expanse around you, gently cutting. "but as you know, i have appeared to be the anomaly."