Michael doesn't often leave the land. That's where most of the Abraxan locals live; it's where his followers and the mortals he finds most interesting are. There isn't much beyond the shore that matters to him, and the seas have their own guardians to look after them. He's not half as needed there as he is elsewhere.

Every now and then, though, he makes the time to slide down the rocky beaches at the edge of Solvunn and into the water to visit said guardians. Some of them are friends and brothers of his.

Today is one of those occasions. It's raining and the settlement he usually watches over is occupied with indoor activities. The sky is overcast. Swimming near the surface, wings propelling him along just as well as fins would, his white plumage stands out against the grey above. His flock circles over the water, mingling with seabirds curious about the unusual sight. (Is that a whale? A very large duck? Will there be food in it for them if they hang around?)