He tosses his head again, mane flying about as he turns in place, sniffing with great nostrils as to where something of interest may be.
Cliclcliclop...on past the warehouses and into what could probably be a town, yet there are no smells of living mortals there. Only more brine, and a lighthouse in the distance. Lighthouses, such wonderful creations they are!
So, Mother. Tell me how you have been. I have not seen you since we were upon Jotunheim.]
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He tosses his head again, mane flying about as he turns in place, sniffing with great nostrils as to where something of interest may be.
Cliclcliclop...on past the warehouses and into what could probably be a town, yet there are no smells of living mortals there. Only more brine, and a lighthouse in the distance. Lighthouses, such wonderful creations they are!
So, Mother. Tell me how you have been. I have not seen you since we were upon Jotunheim.]