(SE) the past keeps hauntin' the future i imagine

SUNJATA

the flood

but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?

He glances over toward her, noticing the way she shoots back into the shade away from the sun – and that’s even more confirmation. A click of his tongue sends Haai scrambling through the Port toward the Slagveld in Haulani, aiming to retrieve something while Sunjata focuses on her question – pausing in his step to head down the beach to turn back toward her as her question is aired. “A variety of creatures, whales, sharks, crabs, birds sometimes. Merfolk live there too.” He offers a bit unhelpfully, a small shrug granted.

He doesn’t know what she knows, if she hadn’t known what a lighthouse was, he doesn’t know if she’ll know what creatures and races he speaks of. He imagines she’s the sort to tell him, however, and passes it off for now.

It doesn’t take long for Haai to return, a large dark navy blue parasol in her maw that she hands to Sunjata as she glides toward the sands. A scratch is given between her ears, before he’s picking it up and opening it – hoping it casts enough shade for her. “Ascended, right? This might help.” He offers, holding it out for her to either take of walk beside him.

so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything