Mist and laughter underwater are not exactly things that Ronin expects, and nor does he appreciate them. Did you hear that? he wonders. I encountered something similar up at the Rainbow Road... Is it following him around, perhaps?
Rumbling an affirmation that he would, indeed, give Ghilio Hadama's regards, the leviathan curls in a slow circle around the shrine - not an easy thing when it is so small and he is comparatively so large. Nevertheless, a fin lifts and the world lights up very briefly - bioluminescent algae carried from the shore, an offering for the old gods even down at this depth.
Monsters, he replies of his role with Safrin. Though I suppose that is a vague term. Whatever she considers to be monsters, is a better response.
Rumbling an affirmation that he would, indeed, give Ghilio Hadama's regards, the leviathan curls in a slow circle around the shrine - not an easy thing when it is so small and he is comparatively so large. Nevertheless, a fin lifts and the world lights up very briefly - bioluminescent algae carried from the shore, an offering for the old gods even down at this depth.
Monsters, he replies of his role with Safrin. Though I suppose that is a vague term. Whatever she considers to be monsters, is a better response.
