Lady Damian, who recently was widowed, decided to pay respects to her late husband into the shores of Patriarge where her husband's ship had sunk from a voyage, held onto a mock orange flower. She had walked into the part of the shore where people visit less for privacy in order to grieve her loss in seclusion. It was already midnight, where almost all are deemed asleep. Lady Damian had nothing else to think about.
She then proceeded to throw the flower into the sea, letting it float into its clear waters. Lady Damian then sat by the rock and stared at the night sky, looking for a sign. Sleepy from her tears, she slept on top of the slab, wishing to follow her husband soon.
And then, not long after that night, she woke up from a sound—something crashed against the rock she was lying from.
Wooden debris that looked like the ruins of a ship.
