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They say sound travels a far way in fog; with this considered the world seemed rather quiet to Endain as he landed on the rocky ocean shore. His staff clinks as he drives the fork into the ground, and turns his burning gaze over the scenery. The deep growl of the ocean seemed to drown the silence momentarily; but there was something more comforting in the sound of groaning waves anyhow.

The clouds hung over the area like a dark gray drapery. Surely it would rain today.

Endain watches the grey fog coil about the dark sky as he allows the gloom of atmosphere to fill his senses. The first trickling of rain started to pelt against the ground when an odd sound catches his ear. Not a groan or a roar - but a gasping breath. He glances over his shoulder at the ocean, and curiosity seems to catch his gaze as he turns towards the edge of the landing.

His black as night cloak dipped with the colour of blood seems to billow with the wind as he bends down to contemplate the creature on the ledge. Pathetic. He reaches downwards and sets a hand on the back of her neck; lifting her as a mother would a kitten by the scruff. His touch is gentle - as if she was weightless. There is obvious magic behind the action.

Just as quick as she was lifted, Endain lets her drop with a thunk upon the landing. He lets out a "Tsk" as he turns around once more to gaze at the thickening clouds; under which he remains surprisingly dry - as if the droplets of rain make it their priority to drip off him without leaving a mark.

Sage glared daggers at the male that kept her from falling. Was she that inferior to him? Shivering and weak, Sage wrapped her arms around her torso and curled up as tight as she could manage without seeming to pathetic. She looked up at the strange male, a sneer setting her features. Deciding now wasn't the time to discuss it, she forced her limbs to uncoil.

Her muscles screamed at any movement, pleading her to take no more abuse from the elements. She envied the male, dry and standing without care of the storm looming overhead. Shivers still racing up and down her spine, Sage set her jaw and stood as solidly as she could, in fear the shivers would knock her over. "Thank you." She said curtly, her voice hanging with a heavier accent.