About

The shore is empty. It always is this far out. But the pearl sitting at your feet - luminous, fist-sized, still wet - was not here a moment ago. Something shifts in the shallows. A silhouette too large, too still, watching from just beneath the surface. The tide pulls back as if making room. You feel it before you see it: a pressure behind your sternum, low and persistent, like a second heartbeat that isn't yours. Vrael has never surfaced before. His kind doesn't. But the scent hit him in the deep dark and he followed it up through miles of cold water - and now he waits, watching you stare at his pearl. He already considers the bond made. The only question is whether you'll pick it up.