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I have never known the sea to be dull, your Highness. Least while I'm around. A smile on her lips, one with a showing of feet, as she takes quick steps after the tall, ghostly man. She walks with him at his side, if not a pace behind at his flank. Since she had left home, Daiyu had been more or less a free woman. The strict heiarchy and structure had been left in the dynasty that was her homeland. Yet here she was, slipping back into the customs of her people with ease.

As it were, he was royalty. An Emperor, at least once before. She did not have her doubts if he were to put himself up to it, he would be an Emperor once again. Daiyu might be one of his first followers, in this realm. She would be honest in her words, yet respectful in display.

He faces her again and she pauses quick, limbs tensing from his turn then to face her. Closely, closer still... Daiyu watches him through gray-blue eyes, hanging on his every word and the passion for which he speaks them. Tianlong, the people of the dragon. Daiyu's own family was a more humblr one, their hearts turning to the gods of sea and moon. Yet at its core was the desire for balance.

And there it was - an invitation, soft, hopeful, even in the dour knowledge of having lost everyone and everything he had known, if even for a little while. There was determination there, in his stance, the height of his head and in his eyes, a promise to prevail. Téng Shēnléi, I will follow you.