There was no magic within these pearls, there was no magic within them to channel them and perhaps it was a silly idea really but there was a hint of the sentimental man inside of the drow. It was a shimmering thing just underneath the surface, as hidden as the waves that lapped around them.

But it existed.

It was there such as those oysters had been. He slowly took the pearl that he gave to Caleb and the very softly pressed the pearl for a moment to the center of Caleb's forehead. Fortune's Favor.

Essek's favor.

It was a powerful move, but so very subtle within it's intensity. There was no somantic save for that, but rather a memory and a pact of their goals, to get stronger-- together. And then after he whispered the verbal components, he dropped the pearl right back into that roughened and calloused palm with his own smooth and delicate fingers.

"We should enjoy the waves and the sand, yes?" to have a carefree afternoon for once while the sun set in the horizon beyond them.