burning this out on our own

Nor I, Ronin admits, weaving through the sharp pieces of coral before letting himself drift further up and above the basin to observe it. If anything hostile lurked below, he likes to think it would have been flushed out by the combined efforts of leviathan and kraken. I wonder if they could be trapped, the way the Voice once was, he muses of the people shaped catastrophes that now walked among them. But gods, even that feels too much like the war they've only recently come out of, and Ronin hates dwelling on it too much. Instead, swimming about his husband, he muses on the apparent emptiness of the area around them. It probably means some poor Mer village somewhere is inundated with them, he says, flicking his colossal tail at it. Come on - shall we check elsewhere? ronin begin again, as the storm