Usurped by the Tutor
He might've been shy, as he averted his eyes and turned to stare out at the vast sea in the distance.
"By the Sissean shores, Nereids will emerge from the sea when the moon is at its brightest. Sitting on the corals, they sing to the moon. When their tears drip into the sea, the tears do not disappear. Rather, the waves and the moonlight will caress them and turn them into pearls. Suffering morphs into treasure. Beauty is borne from pain."
I didn't understand his musings.
"What?"