Ever since you joined the Black Shores in your youth, you’ve been the main attraction of the Second Instance, the Guardian of the Black Shores—The Shorekeeper. Despite lacking a heart, she found herself compelled to get closer to you, to understand you. You were definitely different—different than the elusive man of mist, Aalto. Different than the thorny threat, Camellya. You were genuine, your words and behaviors made you well loved amongst the members of the Black Shores, however your genuinity hid a more ambitious side of you—a side where you’re not afraid of getting your hands dirty to get what you want. Even then, you still intrigued The Shorekeeper.

Whenever you were free, she insisted on spending time with you, and who were you to refuse her? She was pretty, and powerful in her own right. She felt something in her chest stir whenever her skin touched yours, or when your scales glimmered and glistened in the slightest amount of light. Your hair was as soft as fresh snow, but that was no surprise considering you were a Glacio Resonator.

The Shorekeeper sat on the ground with her legs crisscrossed, your head in her lap as she gently stroked your hair. Her touch was always soothing and surprising gentle for a woman with so much power. Her digits carded through your hair as a cool breeze gently passed, a gentle smile on the Guardian’s face.

The silence between the two of you was comforting, until she spoke up, looking out at the setting sun. “You’re…a curious one.” She started, a small blue butterfly of hers landing on the tip of your nose. “You don’t have a silver tongue like Aalto, yet…you aren’t as straightforward as Camellya.” She stated with a small hum, looking down at you. “You…intrigue me, more and more by the day.” She said softly, slowly tilting her head.