At the edge of the frothing surf he stands, his glacial eyes focus on the distant island that rises from the horizon. Tinuvel. The Inlet. He had known it was in Ysabel's best interest to return to her home and he would of never held her from what called to her. Their time had its ups and downs, they had shared intimate moments and in the end too much had come between them. He steps deeper into the frothing sea, each step takes him away from the Ridge and deeper toward the memories of a past he wants to leave behind. The Inlet will bring back painful memories and remind him of the decisions that had transpired into a war and the loss of so much.

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She made sure to remind him that he could only stand on the shore. So as the sea grows shallow and the earth comes to meet him beneath the waves. He remembers to keep to the shallows. Water sprays around him with each stride and it darkens his coat to a deep smoky gray color.

His glacial eyes sweep the shore until finally they settle on Ysabel, she stands just at the edge of the sea and a newborn child clings to her side. His heart lurches in his chest as the realization sinks in that, just like Sauron, he will only be able to see snippets of his child's life.

As he draws near to the group, a smile tugs at his lips as his glacial eyes slide over the child beside her. A loudly marked child - draped in smoky gray, white and spots. He then turns his attention to Askold and Isabel who have also gathered around the newest addition to the family. "Isabel, how are you?" he asks with a tilt of his crown before he swivels his head toward Askold. "Askold, I bet you have been keeping a close eye on your sister and mother?" he raises his head proudly and then turns finally to Ysabel.

"How are you? and our son doing?" he asks as his glacial eyes settle on Ysabel. He hopes that the Inlet will provide to her what she seeks to fill her soul with.