Walk along the seashore, little one. Come, she doesn't bite. She will welcome you with her loving arms—
“Hurt you? I would never harm my own. You will be safe, protected, unless you should choose to betray me... and should you choose to make an enemy out of , I promise that it will be I who tears you limb from limb, and scatters your shreds into the sea.”
—step too close to the water, stray too far along the seashore and you will see the ones that the sea loves most—
“Perhaps it would make sense for them to do that in your eyes, but— will do as will do. They are quite... eccentric at times. But I don't think death would be on the table for you either—not right away.”
—and should you harm the children of the sea, her favored will answer her grief with blood.
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