long is the day

Mm, that's true. I feel like there's so much more space down here, too. Even as a dragon, the skies do in fact have a limit, and the weightlessness of flight is different to the slow expanse of ocean currents and dark, endless waters. Sending the mental equivalent of a grateful smile towards the kraken, even as he's forced to twist and writhe against the suckers that try to restrain him, Ronin also turns his attention to their descent. I think we already have a sort of channelling, he remarks. He's never had to use their rescue magic, but he feels it vibrate in his bones as sure as the other abilities he possesses. If he called Remi in need, he knows he'd be there in the same way that he knows the sun will rise and set. Propelling himself after his husband with fins and fronds rather than tentacles, Ronin tries to catch the waving tentacles ahead of him (with his teeth, of course). Was Flora on a ship as well? Might have been a bit difficult not to accidentally capsize it, he points out, before a pulse of curiosity interrupts his thoughts. Oh, look. Beneath them the world seems to wink and twinkle, the bioluminescence providing an uncanny light that has no chance of reaching the vastness of the world around them. ronin begin again, as the storm