Which is a shame, in a way. Many mountain-building myths of our own Earthly cultures describe a battle between a rising peak and a rising deluge. I see no reason as to why a child of Veskarthan might not brood silently, swaddled in his cloak of the ground bones of a thousand defeated sea gods.
Or maybe it's a powdered wig? Who knows.
Stew.
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