[The tickle earns a small wriggle, a shiver down her spine and she nuzzles her cheek to his chin, eyes closed to imagine the world he was describing.]

It sounds lovely, and what an evocative name - Menagerie Coast.

[Voice full of wonder. The image she's conjuring up in her head is likely a lot more decadent and exotic than what might be reality. A beautiful coast and lively people. She tries to picture Fjord among the setting she made up, and sits up a little, arms on his chest to look down at his face.]

Have you always been drawn to the water? [First the leviathan, and he mentioned an oath of the open sea earlier.] I, too, was born of the sea. Although... not so traditionally. "Formed" might be a better word.