[ Whatever she imagines is likely very close to the mark, even if Fjord is prettying up the picture a little from nostalgia and homesickness. ]

I remember you said that, being born from the sea or ... "formed", ah. That sounds appropriately more deity-like.

[ He winds a strand of her hair around his finger and gives a playful tug, enjoying the view of Aphrodite poured on top of him.

His lips twitch down a little as he wars with how much to admit, not wanting to ruin the mood but neither feeling like lying is necessary. ]

I lived in the Driftwood Asylum for my upbringing, it was an orphanage inland of the port. I didn't see the ocean until I left at fifteen, and when I looked at it my world seemed to be infinitely larger than I had ever dreamed. You feel insignificant before that blue horizon but it's ... comforting.

My Oath of the Open Sea is one to roam and explore.