Taurius slowly released his grip, letting her feet gently touch the soft earth beneath them. He took a moment to look back at the creatures of the deep, the water demons, that lurked in the shadows around him, their gleaming eyes betraying no emotion. He had always carried them with him, these quiet watchers of the abyss, their loyalty as constant as the tides. They lingered there, whispering in a language only he could understand, voices like distant waves crashing against unseen shores. After a brief exchange of words with them, he shifted his gaze to Esteria, his expression softening as he spoke.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!