[SE] use your head

please just don't forget me Ronin, about to confirm that not only does he absolutely know this fact, but that he would make a wonderful seahorse father to any of their children, is caught rather off-guard by both the name - Ashetta - and (arguably) his very first moniker. His laughter comes expelled through a large jetty of bubbles, and he's left hopping on one foot after being lovingly jostled. Perhaps not a crab, then. I could never kick you, he says, his cheeks round with a smile of both affection and nostalgia. I wonder if she's out there somewhere, still... The odds say she's dead - if she wasn't, they'd have heard from her by now, after all. But gods, the naive boy in him wants to think she's holed up in some city undercover. Shaking off the thought, Ronin peers around for his husband only to find him crouched in the sand clay, and he tilts his head. Well, the other stuff doesn't seem to mind growing here, he says, leaning down as well and taking the seeds and saplings from his sack. Hopefully they'll thrive here. I didn't see anything void-y, other than the creepy statues.