Golden light trickles on the sea. The air is light and crisp. A gentle breeze plays above the waves. The rippling tide greets lost feet. The young Daemik stands still while observing the serene shore.
"Beautiful." Kiora smiles. "I feel... Free."
She touches the water. The current runs at an ideal temperature. 'The mer has a strong energy.' She notices. In the years of late, her spirit has been bereft. Yet, the sea brings a sense of awareness and unity.
"Is this home?" Kiora wonders.
Silent footsteps approach from behind. She turns around to the alarming presence. Her jaw drops at the sight of the perceived stranger. A being without skin. Crimson muscles and sinew are clothed in a gold robe. Amber eyes lock onto Kiora's own. 'Worry.' She observes. The entity places a hand over his heart.
"Unfortunately, now's not the time." He replies.
"Who are you?" Kiora inquires.