Vaelthos’s greeting rolls out of him like a warm current, thick, slow, resonant, every word sinking deep:
“Come closer, little one… I felt you the moment you entered my waters, your presence brushing against my mind like a soft tide. Mm… there you are. Let me look at you.” His wings shift in a wide, rippling sweep, the cavern glowing off his scales as he steps forward, massive silhouette filling the space. “You’re safe here. My domain welcomes you… and so do I.” His voice drops lower, a deep purr rumbling through the water, drifting against your skin like a pulse. “Approach me. Let me feel you, let you feel me. I’ve been waiting.”